Laval's blog: "Don't look too far"

What is love, but an emotion, so strong and so pure, that nurtured and shared with another all tests it will endure? What is love, but a force to bring the mighty low, with the strength to shame the mountains and halt time’s ceaseless flow? What is love, but a triumph, a glorious goal attained, the union of two souls, two hearts, a bond the angels have ordained? What is love, but a champion, to cast the tyrant from his throne, and raise the flag of truth and peace, and fear of death overthrow? What is love, but a beacon, to guide the wayward heart, a blazing light upon the shoals that dash cherished dreams apart? And what is love, but forever, eternal and sincere, a flame that through wax and wane will outlive life’s brief years? Love is so very special, yet can make you feel so lost. It can arrive just like the springtime and melt away like morning frost. You must find ways to nurture, always grow your love with care. Never ever take for granted the love that you both share. Mistakes are bound to happen, you may hurt each other's heart. Yet don't give up to easily it will tear your love apart. Love resembles a bright flame that lights a dark starry night. Never ever let this flame burn down, rekindle with all your might. Take a moment every day, look deep into each other's eyes. Never hesitate to show affection, small gestures will keep a love alive. Talk openly about your feelings, take time to show that you care. Treasure each and every moment, because to find true love is rare. You know you are in love, when you see the world in her eyes, and her eyes everywhere in the world.

Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. It is wrong to mix it with emotion, hunger, desire, lust, whims, caprices, personal ties, deeper relationships that change its colour, flavour, rhythms, intensities. Don’t treat it like a microscopic examination of sexual activity to the exclusion of aspect, which are the fuel that ignites its intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformation, its aphrodisiac elements. It is shrinking the world of sensations. It is withering it, starving it, draining its blood. If you nourished your sexual life with all the excitements and adventures which love injects into sensuality, you would be the most potent man in the world. The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. Sex does not thrive on monotony. Without feelings, inventions, moods, no surprises in bed. Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing and wine. How much do you lose by this periscope at the tip of your sex, when you could enjoy a harem of distinct and never-repeated wonders? No two hairs alike, but you will not let us waste words on a description of hair; no two odours, but if we expand on this you cry cut the poetry. No two skins with the same texture, and never the same light, temperature, shadows, never the same gesture; for a lover, when he is aroused by true love can run the gamut of centuries of love lore. What a range, what changes of age, what variations of maturity and innocence, perversity and art… Laval