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Such ordinary love .. / / A.D `Avenue White as milk, red as blood

He is only seventeen. And he loves it - his Beatrice. It - crimson as blood, her - white as milk. He dreams that they will always be together. He wants to give her an eternity. He wants to take it away from eternity. But God, in whom he does not believe, decides otherwise ...
Roman Alessandro D'Aveniya - A thin, full of bitterness and hope, light and romantic story about first love.

Love - it is always a duty, so it is red.

this story about a boy named Leo. He is looking for your dream and do not like white, it's the color of silence, emptiness, which can smother and cause sleep forever. He loves a girl on behalf of Beatrice - her green eyes, a fiery red hair - and let it know about a boy named Leo, he loves her. After Beatrice red color. And true love, as it seems, is painted in such colors.
But one day something happens - and now Leo will have to collect all forces to not be intimidated and do not run away to find that same girl, which will give a star, find your guardian angel and help someone who is at death's door.

At first glance, this novel is nothing special - confession-thought seventeen teen - about how he dreams, loves, suffers, discovering something new and stirs old (though show me at least a couple of guys 17 years old today, who think so pure and naive, as if it 10-12 years and sometimes so loftily). But this book again and again reiterates that such genuine concern and compassion. On the strength that lies in those who love you and cherish you. The fact that your angel can be so easy to lose, because sooner or later he will bother to wander unnoticed behind your back - but just something you need to reach out and do not let go. This book is about what you need to move on, look for yourself and find and not to surrender.

I have nothing to say, because when there is no love, no words.
Pages remain clean, life is not enough ink.

Do not give up, to love and be loved, to give her care and tenderness, verse and prose, tears and happiness, that sparkle in his eyes. Catch a dream and stroke it against the grain. And remember that suffering and joy are crying the same way.
What color is your love?