No se ha de exprimir tanto la naranja, que amargue el zumo.
This proverb warns us not to squeeze oranges until the bitter end, to stop while the juice still tastes sweet. But not everything that can be squeezed is doomed to end in bitterness. Brains and hearts can be squeezed too, the difference is that some fruits refuse to give more than they are willing to.
Love is easy to feel. Even if it doesn’t come as naturally as breathing, it can bloom on its own, it can be taught or copied. If you squeeze a heart, you are bound to get orange juice, a single drop at the very least. It doesn’t have to be for another person. It can be for a dream, for a passion or just for life itself. But brains are different. Imagination cannot be squeezed at will. It cannot be taught, it cannot be copied, because as soon as you do, it becomes something else altogether. And all its drops taste bitter, not just the last.
I was told that love were oranges and I was given the tools to be loved.
There is nothing of my heart left to squeeze.
Moderation? What is that? I was taught not to waste my food. To be loyal and love until the bitter end.
