The love is something sensational! The love cure a wound just opened, alliviates pains of the most varied species, packs, understands, justifies, makes to sleep, makes to raise to live the life, helps to learn, creates protection barriers, at last, the love is something that exceeds our agreement. Without counting to the diverse levels the one that we display in them to this deity. The love for namorada or the boyfriend, that makes the skin to arrepiar and people do not leave to only sleep sossegado thinking the hour of reencontrar the expensive half; the love of the mother who translates what of more perfect she can have between two human beings; the love for the parents who more than age and need each time affection, deserving to receive all the small attention that if had made use to give when we were we had the certainty of that we were safe. As nor everything is as we would like that it was, in our day the day we witness innumerable situations where the lack of love to next and mainly the lack to love in itself exactly reigns. People assassinated without the lesser ceremony, fight between friends of long date and that marks leave deep, parents who attack small children covardemente know why loads d there? water or, many times knows that due loving and the things of the sort At this moment I ask myself I eat I can seem to have involved love between some people and at the same time it to become the executioner for others? Difficult to digest these things and to understand each nuance of the life. Difficult to explain. Better exactly he is to have the conscience of that he must have limits for everything. Each movement must be evaluated with care, as a chess player, to feel if the given step to follow will represent harmony or more problems.