We are a liars, because br the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow, br whereas letters are fixed, br and we live by the letter of truth. br The love I feel for my friend, this year, br is different from the love I felt last year. br If it were not so, it would be a lie. br Yet we reiterate love! love! love! br as if it were a coin with a fixed value br instead of a flower that dies, and opens a different bud.