Love, like me, also rests on that soft hammock, also takes a nap  after lunch, 
sits on the "pasta "chair (typical popular chair in Brasil)and enjoys a good chat.
Love also enjoys holidays and holy days, with all possible religiosity.
Love also needs pauses, breaks.
Love, especially love in me, has been bipolar, and there is no remedy for that, only new loves.
The pre-Balzak woman needs loneliness, sometimes, to rethink her existence.
I believe that, although love (in its multiple forms) has made me wait several times, its me 
 who never abandoned it, believe that there is still time to give it a vacation,
 this time unpaid.