When I only get evil from someplace, and I lose the good, spend a lot of time remembering the good that I no longer have, and I feel insecure, my love weighs on me because it is not enough for me. After all, it is nervous, the containment of the good is strange, and I'm afraid of getting used to evil, so I have to go. There is no harm that I taste rich, no matter how much I promise good intentions.
I like the good, and there is not a thing of the wrong or bad side that I enjoy.
I already knew the good, I knew him since I was a child, and along the way I was always going by his hand, going for the good. I not only want to receive the good things to myself, but I also prefer to be it, to be the goodness and tenderness to other people. I like to tell you about the good things, and about love, that they go together. Good deals with love and love with good. He cares, he surrenders. The good feed you before its mouth cleans your knees and shelters you. Good wants your health, that you arrive safely, that you have a home, that you study, that you grow, that you love, and that they love you.
The deception, the repentance, the mediocrity, the coldness, the pretext, all these are evil things, nobody deserves them, especially the good. Evil is easier to find, and among its traps it wants you to think that you take away freedom, but the truth is that you are freedom, your company is freedom, your arms are loving, you are a precious, soft, and pleasant gift.
Evil is only accepted by those who do not know the glories of good, the warmth, and the tenderness of good.
Good is generous, he kisses you passionately, he gives you his hand to turn, to cross, and if he goes to China, he takes you with him, and wherever your path leads, good continues to accompany you, since that is how he is. It is a truth.
Evil masquerades as good, sometimes, and you know it. The good goes away, and there is still a little missing, but the bad goes away, and you feel in an abyss, empty, lacking.
The good is abundant, it does not skimp on giving, it does not reveal itself from one part to cover the other, it does not fall, it is safe, it does not fear tomorrow, it does not look for something better, it does not fear you. It is one piece.
You do not beg evil to be good while you pull his clothes and stretch them and tire him, he cannot, but instead, you do not have to ask good to be good, because it simply is.
I don't remember evil; I forget evil and run into the arms of good.