Mexico City is love.
Every street carries families hand in hand and couples arm in arm. All ages, young and old, hold on to their loved ones as they move around the city.
Several couples step to the side, hoping to forget about the world. Hoping to hide from the realities of the world in their own realm looking into each others' eyes. But not you two. No, you two, in the middle of the busy reality of the world, stood in the middle of Centro Histórico. And as you kissed, you dared the world to just try and dim the fire of your passion. But the world cannot black out a light so pure.
Love is a beacon for hope; love is passion; love is and makes art; love is and makes change. Love is in this city. Love is this city.
Every street carries families hand in hand and couples arm in arm. All ages, young and old, hold on to their loved ones as they move around the city.
Several couples step to the side, hoping to forget about the world. Hoping to hide from the realities of the world in their own realm looking into each others' eyes. But not you two. No, you two, in the middle of the busy reality of the world, stood in the middle of Centro Histórico. And as you kissed, you dared the world to just try and dim the fire of your passion. But the world cannot black out a light so pure.
Love is a beacon for hope; love is passion; love is and makes art; love is and makes change. Love is in this city. Love is this city.
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