Quanto puo' contenere il nostro cuore prima che i suoi tessuti si strappino come panno usato, prima che si laceri e perda tutto il suo contenuto?
How much do we really give? And how much do we take back in exchange for what we believe we have given? Is it harder to forgive a wrongdoing or to accept that who loves us has forgiven us? What are we ready to give up for fear of facing something too big for us? What are we ready to fight for up to bleeding in the flesh and soul? Where does our responsibility for our neighbour end? Where does other people's responsibility for us end? How much of us is really love and how much of it is egoism?
How much can our heart contain before bursting, its tissues tearing off like a worn out clothe, sheding all its contents?