Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Cydia Source With Emerald

Mythology Love Life in the dark Tied

"Time of Love
dark love that only a cigarette
occasionally shines
love that lives in darkness
"


who was Kryptonite, obstinate, I rang the phone. Did not take into account how little it was decent call a lady stress and dead tired at four in the morning, but insists and answered in the cloud that floats before my eyes. Hello? Supergirl Hey, can we see ourselves? How? Kryptonite, and allow yourself to be looking times impossible, are four in the morning and I'm jateando, call me later. Yes? You sure you do not want anything now. Absolutely certain, I dream hair. Is my Supergirl, I'll call you later. Okay, call me later. Never called.

While taking breakfast I wondered if at that time had left at home after a concert, recital or brood dance. I was offended by the last times I tried to quote me alone, after 11 at night or very early, but not in a time when she was awake, of course not. I suspect that he suspects that she suspected me, but what would suspect if I have always rejected all proposals made me suspicious, well, most of them.

all had lunch together at work, just swallow the food, shocked by the revelations he was doing this man's apparent physical weakness and lean conception of love.

- Love is sharing.
- But what if he loves her.
- equal to the share.
- What?
- Bah, if married, cohabiting, single, widowed, never mind! I'm not jealous. Nor should it be. Here the problems begin when they think they have rights, where you go, why would delay ...
- But Don Juan, Have you ever been in love, right?
- You can fall in love with several, my dear Beatrix, in my heart there is room pa 'all.

Laughter mingled in all the tables in the restaurant, and perhaps also passersby on the street smiled at the relaxed commentary, with emphasis jungle of this thin sir.

Change
channel and see the set of a morning, a guy speaks slowly, surrounded by women exalted.

- But not going to play the role of dumb doctor.

- It is a very simple question, one must distinguish two things, or we are dealing with an act of infidelity or are faced with a scene of jealousy.
- But jealousy guide us with evidence to confirm this act of infidelity.

- I repeat, we differentiate between an act of infidelity and an act of jealousy, because if gives the person you're with someone other than you, just know what the solution is complete. But if you are against an act of jealousy, I suppose because you do not answer the phone, because you're late, there is another person. The woman or man, whatever the case is, presumed, suspected, that there is infidelity, but jealousy are just that, a feeling that often creates fights before knowing the true fact, and makes the mistake. Those who can not trust will never be happy, jealousy always leads to complete a relationship.

- Watch Beatrix, back in my village a man can be with many women because we populate our territories.
- is a ridiculous excuse, when it will fall in love.
- You can love a thousand, two thousand times, but why go themselves to watch?, Is ridiculous, one born free.
- Oh no, I can not do that if I have the slightest suspicion, if you give me reasons, I leave, I'm not endure to touch other women and then want me to touch me.
- It's worse, remember, the perfect jealous women to men, the next one do better. Or you think you are committing yourselves right? Your boyfriend knows how to hide and how.

Silence in my arguments, I had been without words.

- See?
- Well, looks like .. now that I think is true, indeed, when I check his phone, and have deleted messages that are not mine, or records of calls a day. But he is quiet.
- Relax, sarcastic laugh-only care more.
- How bad, how I
sow discord - is useless, you must live and let live.
- I refuse to accept it.


The wine was about to end, I observed the last puff that gives the cigar, and finally, my friend has become that which he hates so much: a bohemian poser. The women are educated repression for centuries, they have gotten the idea of \u200b\u200bvirginity, marriage and such crap. But just skinny, that does not account for any infidelity, you're justifying it all. I'm telling you lean fish, that the natural state is polygamy. Try to exercise your brain, imagine a woman who has not received all the cultural baggage of monogamy, and she finds herself alone on an island, three men let him go no more ... you think that a month will not sleep with those three at the same time? And why assume that it will do, if everything is basically hormonal and when the woman does not want not to fish, to see three men on a lonely island will not return nymphomaniac the next morning, if you like the guy, well, if not, by 10 ships docked or being pulled out of there, if it falls, mark your territory and no one else has his sexual object, and also happens in men.

Bebe start. No, you're wrong, you do not understand, as there is no one to point and say, what you do with three men, sick, nymphomaniac, as he called, she will feel free and normal docks with legs. Hey skinny, your livelihood is illogical, because some time human beings have ceased to be as Neanderthals, the animal is down, I'll tell you. Ya, still in your world of faithful men and women.

New
morning, with that familiar feeling of nausea that makes me cheap beer. I extend my arms on the bed, and turning over my body, the sight of me admires her beauty, her hair on the pillow, her body taut, her head back and gives me good morning.

Seeing as two years ago, I see every inch of her body, her skin is not perfect from the scar, the mark of an emergency that almost killed him. But still, unhappy with the taste of a mutual betrayal, I leave sad, because I know that there will be another morning, hugging her angel skin. The final decision not to spoil the life tacit shines in our last kiss. Everyone dresses up without saying anything.

The questions remain, as he begins the hard work of rejecting proposals dishonest. Since that morning, I say no to kryptonite, if we ever meet again fall into this vicious cycle to see where I want. Forbidden love: get out to hell.