.... The story went on and on and on.....
Since I met her.... should I say....since I saw her.....in fact I don't know her yet..... anyway, as I said... since I saw her I went wrapped in a vertiginous road, where the only one who show what is going on, which are his feelings, in public..... it's me !!!!.
I was thinking... when in threads her face appears in my screen, with the legend " You and Me, not singles anymore??... I have been the only one who has answered the question...in many times!!!!.... she never answered... she never said nothing about....
So....my imagination filled up any howl, space...... and then.... every face, every word were interpreted as if she was only talking to me.... dangerous move.... but for peace of mine and heart.... anything...... until now I'm still imagining... without a word...
This song I like! very much.... good rock, hard Rock, I don't know if it was for my comments that I would like a little more rock....or not.... I'd feel flattered if she did it because of me....if not.. it's yet a good song and I'm only a few steps from the precipice and... then... mmm... the fall will hurt and leave scars... my skin can still bear new scars...
....... a warrior never stops marching and with impeccability... keeps going...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Very good question... the paradox is that, generally, the people you like think like you, more or less, and are an open book... and, at least for some, the avidity of one's own curiosity, restlessness, and rebellion makes contact with those who are different necessary, no matter how much boredom it causes, because, internally, it awakens and feeds our insatiable thirst to touch and swim in the unknown...
DEEP LOVE
My mother's great-great-grandfather lived in Cologne... My great-grandfather came to Chile during World War I... my grandfather during World War II... they went south, to Chile... They had a lot of power and money... and they disinherited my mother... because she fell in love with my father, who came from a very large and very poor Portuguese family...
My mother didn't want to see them again... until the last day of her death, she loved my father... and never... never regretted not having seen him again. I remembered your German ancestry... you're going to Cologne... hahaha
LOVE IN THE DISTANCE
.... How to tell this truth?... How to explain the inexplicable?... How to convince someone of the real fact that, due to our progressive isolation, combined with the budding egocentrism that has robbed us of our restlessness, our curiosity, our rebellion, leaving us in a hammock weakly woven for just one person, and with preconceived dreams, similar to that isolation... that love exists... it's real. That without touching a person, without seeing them except in photos... miles and miles away, thousands of dollars involved, and reasons and justifications of "just not"... is it possible to fall so deeply in love?
Every detail—clothing, appearance, age—loses meaning. You are only connected to their essence... their true self
Tales at the high heels
...when I was a little boy, I don't remember how old I was, I used to be at my dad's feet while he worked, and I would play with the pieces of wire that fell to the floor, transistors, resistors, capacitors... I liked putting things together, objects. I didn't care about their use, whether they were useful or not... it was the aesthetic of something new coming to life...
<- Can you tell me the order of these colors, champ?
- Of course, daddy...>
He was colorblind, and although he fully accepted it, in small objects, like the elements he worked with, he preferred to be sure. In capacitors, resistors, diodes, etc., the power or capacity to store or allow energy to pass through was written in colors. He fixed televisions, radios, etc. Any instrument or device that ran on electricity.
Sometimes, he'd ask us for help with power as well. When he first started working in Chile, and was young, he was an assistant in the army materials factory... testing the quality of the weapons they manufactured... simply, one day, a grenade exploded in his right hand and blew it off... He was right-handed... but he didn't give in to compassion or sorrow... he learned to do everything with his left hand... that's how he met my mother... but that's another canvas to paint... another score to write... other sounds to throw into the wind so they last forever...
<- Champ, do you know what sex is?
- I know something, but I don't understand it...
- Hahahaha... most adults know something, but they don't understand it either...!!
- Does it have to do with having children??
- Partly yes, but it's not just about having children...
- And how do you do it? What is it?
How it's done is relatively easy... men have penises and women have vaginas... when both agree, the man puts his penis inside the vagina for a while and the secretion it leaves there, called semen, may mix with the woman's secretion, and, if the right conditions are met, a new human being can be generated after growing for 9 months inside the woman...
- aaahhh yeah!!!...
- But be careful!!... A man can only put his penis in a woman if they both want it!!!!... If one of them doesn't want it... for no reason existing in this world, it can be forced and done by force... never, ever... Doing it by force is called rape and is an act of violence of the utmost gravity, as serious as killing someone....
. When both want, man and woman, they can do it to have children or also for fun because it's an entertaining game and gives a lot of pleasure!!!....
- And why are there people who talk as if it were something bad?...
- Those people don't understand Nothing, really, not about sex, nor about being a living organism, nor about the animal kingdom... to which we belong as the human species. Sex isn't bad, it's not a sin, as the priests say, nor is it just for having children... it's just another sense, something more complex, but it's a sense.
Look, do you like petting the kitten?
- Yes, of course...
- According to a certain type of religious teaching, the senses aren't for enjoyment, touch, hearing, sight, taste... according to those ancient religious teachings, they're made to defend us and adapt to the environment... if this were the only way, we wouldn't feel pleasure when touching something soft, nor would we feel the deliciousness of a strawberry with cream... but that's not the case!!!
Pleasure is part of the sensations we have, and it's not wrong to feel pleasure.
- I like the cat's fur... I would pet it for hours!!!
- Hahahahahaha....
- Hahahahahaha..... Regarding pleasure, remember one thing... "everything we do repetitively, over and over again, without paying attention to other things and people... becomes an addiction... and when you're "addicted" to something... the negative effects of what you're addicted to begin...
- And addictions, mmmm... what are they?
- Aahhh... we'll talk about addictions later... they're behaviors that cause harm, not only to the person who has them, but to others... to those around you...
- Mmm... yeah... Daddy, Daddy, it seems like Mommy's calling us to eat... eheheh!!!!
- You go first, tell her I'll be there in a minute...
- Yeah, Daddy... I love you!!!!!
- Me too, Antonio Alex!!!!
Miscellaneous
The feeling that arises grows, stimulates, provokes restlessness, curiosity...rebellion...and at the same time empathy, tranquility, or, depending on the state of the relationship...anger, depression, isolation, sadness...and the need to externalize that energy.
"Poetic veil upon falling into the abyss of love"
The tongue shaped like light, which, by attentively unfurling its ear, hones desire...
and its light of sound and touch emerges once desired, revealing its powerful sight... which guides it...
with its moist, soft warmth, vibrating with joy as it topples gigantic mountains sliding into curvilinear valleys...
transforming shadows and ice into warm spring sweat that melts into scorching summer... MY TONGUE BECAME A HAND, FOR MY BENEFIT...
YOUR eyes speak with a powerful voice, transforming into hand, taste, and touch
as they silently extend among shapes and sounds...
...................... igniting them... freezing them...
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