Yesterday I was standing near the gate of a synagogue and asked the man walking back and forth in it the mystery and sacredness of love.
A middle-aged man approached, his face dark crumbly. As he complained he said, "Love has made a force to be weak, I inherited it from the First Man."
A young man with a strong body and a great approach. With a singing voice like he said, "Love is a determination that was grown from me, which rnenghubungkan the present with the past generations and generations to come. '
A woman with melancholy face over and with a sigh, he said, 'Love is a killer poison, poisonous black snake suffering in hell, flying and spinning in circles until he fell pierced the sky covered with dew, he would only be drunk by spirits thirsty. Then they would be drunk for a moment, silent for a year and dying for good. '
A girl with rosy cheeks and a smile came he said, "Love is like a water fountain that is used as a spray to the wedding spirit in the spirit of the people is strong, making them up in prayer among the stars at night and chanting praises in front of the sun during the day. '
After that a man approached. His clothes were black, long beard, frowning, he said, "Love is blind ignorance. He started from the end of youth and youth ends at the base. '
A handsome man with a shining face and happily said, 'Love is the divine knowledge that turning our eyes. He showed all things to us like the gods see it. '
A blind-eyed approach, tapping his cane on the ground and he then said with tears, "Love is a thick covering kabus image of something that makes him or just see the ghost of the wandering lust among the rocks, deaf to the voices of he cried himself echoed in the valleys. '
A young man, carrying a guitar over and sang, "Love is the light that shone from unseen depths of the life of a sensitive and illuminating everything around him. You can see the world like a procession that goes through the green pastures. Life is like a beautiful dream which is lifted from consciousness and consciousness. '
A man with the body bent and his legs bent like pieces of fabric over. With a trembling voice, he said, "Love is a long break for the body in the grave silence, peace for the soul in the depths of eternity. '
A five-year-old boy approached and he laughingly said, "Love is my father, my mother's love is. Only my mother and father who know about love."
The clock is running. Humans are constantly past the synagogue. Each has its own views about love. All expressed his expectations and reveal the mysteries of life.
