Let us not confuse love with the illusions we have about it when are inside it or when we imagine it from the outside. Memory is truer than dream; the experience, than the imagination. In fact, what is it to be in love if not to cultivate a number of illusions about love, about yourself or about the person you are in love with? Most of the time these three streams of illusions add, mix and create this river that drags us… Where to? Where all rivers lead, where they end, where they are lost: the ocean of time.