Two kinds of love

I hear two kinds of love cries.

One is in the downtown, in the crowd

Whenever I see an expression, an action, a gesture

I hear the cry of love: a baby pleading for the love of its mother, a

A woman pleading for her husband's love, a boy saying to a girl

Give me your love and I will give you the same love.

A puppy begging its master for love.

The old man is saying to the young man give me a little care.

A little bit is enough, like my diet so little and so light.

The models in the ad are longing for love, true love-

I hear them saying, "I need love."

The other kind is out in the countryside, in the mountains.

Whenever I see an expression, an action, a gesture.

I hear the cry of love: it's when people are in the shade of a tree

In the sun, at the spring, in the breeze

When they see the sunrise and sunset, and the eagle hovering overhead.

When they sweat, wipe their sweat, take off their tunics, take off their socks.

greeting each other, exhaling in the face of the green hillside.

Standing on the summit looking down on the city's high-rise complexes.

looking out at the fishing boats out on the shimmering sea-

I hear them say, "I love."