Love is this.

Love is reflected in the pictures that you take.

Love is a horse carrying wood.

Love is also available in everything that has something to do with "perritos".

Love is looking through a shop window.

Love is in the speed of things.

Love is when we both agree.

Love is to smile in spite of the bites on your face.

Love is wearing pyjamas with dogs.

Love is belonging to someone and wearing a necklace that proves it.

Love is saying "perrito bebé" constantly.

Love is to cover the walls of your room with images of wonderful and fantastic humans.

Love is finding someone to love and going for a swim with him.

Love is seeing the drops from a water spurt.

Love is the reason why balloons stick to the walls after rubbing them on your hair.

Love is discovering bruises on your body the day after and making a "knowing smile".

Love is a place with a special meaning for you where you can drink cheap beer.

Love is being clear about what you want from someone... and if that someone doesn't want the same, well... "let's call the whole thing off"

Love is covering your head.

Love is wondering who's in this picture.

Love is covering your mouth.

Love is a messy room.

Love is someone who would let you draw on her skin.

Love is running out of words to explain the reason why you wanna do something you'd love to do. (this picture has nothing to do with it and at the same time explains the statement up there.)

Love is a friend who lets you play with his dinosaurs.

Love is a lost dog.

Love is to feel good about seeing something which reminds you someone you loved. It doesn't matter if you're not together anymore and if it didn't go very well. The memory of a good feeling stays forever.

Love is touching and smelling your hair, especially if you've showered recently.

Love is discovering that you won something you can eat.

Love is Top Cat.

Love is your best friend reflected in a broken rearviewmirror.

Love is a boy selling clouds.

Love is a supporting crowd.

Love is sometimes registered in pictures, memories and brain cells, but an album is not a person. People change, photos don't.

Love is not for everyone.

Love is to discover that you're not the only one in the world.

Love is a german soccer player with moustache.

Love is knowing that there are stores which offer Gods, in case you feel the abscense of him and that they have different styles.

Love is a sign with our names on it.

Love is finding the red button and pushing it.

Love is loving a toy so much that you actually feel happy and excited if you buy one, just like when you were 6 years old.

Love is licking your fingers in an overexposed photo.

Love is a nice photo of nice people.

Love is noticing fireworks and not knowing where they come from.

Love is a cloud.