Vendetta

some privileged beings can pass their lives in admiring it, and in finding, ceaselessly, the varying phenomena that enchant them

Love is like the ocean: seen superficially, or in haste, it is called monotonous by common souls, whereas

They played together, like children, with nothings, nothings that brought them ever back to their love, ceasing their play only to fall into a revery of the "far niente