True Love

I get a friend on the street and after many years since we met. As always come to light the big belly, balding, years, gray hair and all the paraphernalia involved in aging and seen someone always forgets everything that is above criticism. Never one to believe that people spend so many years without seeing that the simplest things like a spring Manen. You may have to throw carbide to ripen, or will perhaps believe that mania or dirty old men who do not face pavosaurios mature age. But also always come to light the love, the relationship of partners, and one is astonished to those oaths of true love that my friend and his wife made a hand metedera everywhere and perpetually kissing. Now, I wonder why these vows of love are like the wind, it is true that no one bathes in a river twice. Why skin tattooed with the name of eternal love and when it dissipates the fantasy is not only the military but even in women who never tattooed and love which were stigmatized pleasure evaporated in love one day.

I like this banality, elucubrar bullshit for people to be distracted, talking about love as a feeling pointless brain, behold the beauty. I wonder thousands of couples who are truly loved and that their eternal vows have been real. Bodily chemical that fascinating, if full of taboos, the better, because we never ask what the attraction, this wonderful way of falling in love, sometimes of a singular beauty with ugliness other scares, but therein lies the love, love that goes fantastically dwell in the spiritual ad eternum lap. If there are still people like me who express love, we are not swearing more helter-skelter to the durability, I say: Blessed be. If no, then in life are wasting your time, who does not have the ability or inclination of the rapture of love to the last breath, is simply an abyss abyssal, redundant. If we are unable to love and be loved, then as a solidarity with others, and reflect a given policy, philosophy, to make an advertisement lies an echo of love. In our world, where hedonism is very important and we love into a trap, we can only, continue with your consumerism, the world ends, not sow a plant, not educate your children under the banner of love, just abòcate cold to feel the pleasure of an orgasm bought and when you feel the sadness that will generate your orgasm, then look for love to teach you to create, grow and mature while putting waste time in ambiguity, in the superficiality of life.