Six - Do not commit adultery
There are a number of questions that I often do, no matter what happens in my life, So, for pure spirit of speculation, curiosity `and why the questions keep me alive. Children have a secret life is born by questions, points of departure for all sorts of places, shoots of discovery, knowledge.
The answers you do get there, they stop you, kill your interest.
I think I've treated this thing with the milk drinking it, because ` my head is always full of questions, answers, instead I get bored, sometimes not even listening.
Questions are SO many that sometimes I forget them, perhaps the most important, like when you go to the grocery store and you forget to take the one thing you really need and instead you find a cart full of crap beautiful and fun, but unnecessary.
One of the questions that I do most often is whether the crisis really a love story make her evolve and grow, if in fact functions as a child when I had a fever and my mom told me that I would have made it more high. Everyone says
`yes, stuff like" love is not nice if not litigarello is "and" we need to discuss, argue, discuss, or do not communicate. "
I think are crap. Colored patches are made available to them `not to see the hole, which is perhaps even more interesting, but woe to the one show that reveals the bare skin scares.
The truth is that every time you fight, you argue, that there is evil something breaks, something intangible and gains a small crack and is a crack that is `so open, that does not heal such as wrinkles and aging is the sign of the relationship and there are no creams or cosmetic treatments that take.
We never quarreled. Never.
not there was n need to confront, to communicate.
we speak.
So, every single stupid little bitch.
talked late into the night and we ended up falling asleep with a smile, more and more neighbors, more and more steadfast, sure love that breathed words of a good, useful words and full of meanings.
talked to us, the other, the things that we did not know and those we dreamed of.
We used our own words and when there were not enough to borrow it, we read poetry, books, manuals, recipes.
There were so many words and stunning travel in small microcosms of availability, Why give someone your words makes it powerful, able to delight you or hurt you.
We touched.
So, in every fold of skin.
spent hours on a bed playing to small explorers, testing reactions and found grains of different skin, revealing patterns of imagination, moving on land unknown and yet hospitable, finding a small oasis of nerve endings, diving into pools of novelty fun.
ate little, drank our moods, sweat and saliva, breathe our skin, enlighten us in the discovery of odors, while recognizing fused into the fabric of linen, in exalted and embellished with us into the fabric of the cushions.
There was never enough, greedy and avaricious, trying not to lose anything, not a sigh, not a movement, not a grimace, not a memory, because he was feeling well until the next day to relive the flash back of our skin and mixed raccontarseli as if it were another story, with other actors, to renew the excitement by giving it a new cover. Everything was
food and fertilizer, we lived in constant overdose of sensations. We
then. We
now.
We know that good, `but that is a good history, past, present and of what there is is impossible to say, we are too afraid to take off the paint, scrape off the crust and find out if the wood beneath, kept, or you are just moths that after removing the surface film, will disperse into the ground like a sigh.
We went to his house last night then: it fires and burn and cut with ease, but it `sa, the wounds from the blade when not hurt, do not you hear either, and we've become very good at hiding the blood .
We undressed and put to bed with well-established acts, anything that disturbs the veil of tranquility that sometimes we lay, exhausted more pitiful that.
It is approached, hugged me and he dusted off an old game, pretending to eat an ear, I laughed - I do not know how authentically - took the gesture as a pass, it is moved safe, quiet, on traces of the old pleasures.
My body has provided answers.
My head continued to ask questions.
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