No End of Love. From the womb to beyond the grave, for the now and the forever. Sometimes we may simple misuse this word. Love. We attach it too fast to some humans and our wishes or a temporary house of our wishes.
We wander aimless and blind until we know that love. That love that has no end and takes it all. The perfect winner. Winner for life and for death.
The simplest of all loves. THE Love because once you´ve found it you can hardly name anything else love. What a comical appropriation of a word so easy to utter, so hard to find in real life. Hard to find, because you have to live the love, feel the love and share the love.
Thoughts after reading My Little One, by Germany Zullo, translated by Katie Kitamura, with the simplest yet sophisticated illustrations by the Swiss artist Albertine.
Rating: 5 stars
Disclaimer: Book offered by the publisher in exchange for an honest review