All we need is love

Ok kairo eixa na grapso,gia tin alitheia to eixa paratisei arketa to blog an k de mporo na iposxetho oti tha sinexiso na to ananeono taktika:P So,i erotisi tis simerinis meras k genika mia erotisi pou pisteuo prepei na ti rotame arketa sixna stous eautous mas otan eimaste down,i erotisi einai pragmatika apli:giati?I apantisi eksisou apli:no reason!Oloi pername faseis sti zoi mas alles kales alles kakes alles fores sindiasmenes,alla oso exoume tous anthropous mas dipla mas gia na mas poun mia kali koubenta,na mas parigorisoun ola tha pane kala sto telos:) De pisteuo oti iparxei megaliteri dinami apo auti tis agapis,eite se filiko eite se erotiko epipedo,to blepoume kathe mera giro mas alla to theoroume toso dedomeno pou kaneis de dinei osi simasia xreiazetai k omos pote de tha papsoume na to niothoume,na to aisthanomaste giati kseroume pos otan ftasei i diskoli ora auto tha mas sosei...i agapi ton anthropon mas..so na deixnete ston allon oti ton agapate sinexeia!Mi to theorisete pote dedomeno alla ena doro pou prepei na to kratame kala filagmeno k na to ektimame...

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.

Ithela na kleiso me auto to monologo stin arxi tis tainias tou love actually,opoios den tin exei dei na tsakistei na ti noikiasei:P