This is what we love in others: the empty place that they open up for our fantasies to grow there. In the other, we seek not the wisdom of the council, but the silence of listening; not the solidity of the muscle, but the neck that welcomes… How good it would be if other people were empty like the sky, and not so full of words, of orders, of certainties. We can only love people who look like the sky, where we can fly our fantasies like kites.
Rubem Alves
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