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<div class="text-justify">A quarter of an hour of waiting, a quarter of a hotel of occasion, a quarter of pretended kisses and a quarter of lukewarm emotion, no matter how many times you add them together, subtract them, multiply them or even divide them they will not reach unity </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">The unity sought is made of scraps of the same warp or the same essence and if you look for it where there is no reason it is not enough or full. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">But, if the waiting room would lead you to the one who really waits for you and the meeting room would be the heart, we would have already achieved half of it. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">The other half, alien to fractions, speaks of two beings and a relationship that seeks to grow and become day by day by adding encounters, subtracting misunderstandings, dividing sorrows, making them less sorrows; exchanging unity for surrender and union for surrender and union.</div><P/>