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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.

Canestan And Breastfeeding

- Impossible! How else?

- Yes, I cheated with the beast of his boss.

- Damn asshole, but does she?

- Yes then, eh not judge, but well-rata, all this time the asshole out with that.

- How to "judge not" dumb

- Do not imitate me, moron, well, is that I have not told the whole story.

- Yeah, sure there are more carnecita. Tell your guy's soul

- OK, but ask for another soda, I have a hangover.

- RIP?

asshole

account

is a bit complicated, so do not make faces while I listen. Okay, but if you start counting burst in one. Well, I am telling you.

And? So what? Then bring sodas. Account or I'll fuck you and die with your story choking in the throat. Okay, but do not despair, because it's not a great story. Hey I'm going to throw the bottle on his head, starts shit! Okay, well, quiet.

begin, yesterday afternoon I left my job, as you know we are in time of inventory, we made plans to go dancing with the above, and calls me to tell me we can not us because they are tired unprepared, and I will tell ya all stupid darling, I'm going after my job, if you're too tired morning we meet, she tells me that afternoon would be better, had to deliver a charge to your premium or something. Order, ja insurance and instead of giving the order is delivered it, hahaha. Do not interrupt it, asshole. He goes on, sorry. Boxes stored them until I saw a message on my phone, what doing, Camila, I reply that I'm leaving my day job and how she was, she tells me bored and obviously if she was bored and I did want to leave, the equation does not need any more variable. We agreed to meet nearby, in the bar of the avenue.

Everything was normal, because although we had some time ago, everyone was with their respective partners. No lie, I saw rich, the dumb excited me with their mini-skirt and boots, why deny it's very sexy when he wants. Or when you're drunk. Streets you shit, I disruptive comment. Hey but if I can not comment then you better not tell me then why I can not comment? The skinny was drunk right? Yes, but we're talking about it and I'm putting my story for your comment. Follows.

I saw beautiful, and I repressed the praise they had come, would not lead to anything else. It was a gathering of friends at the end of the day, not seen months. Yes, folks. Yes because, folks, do not be surprised that many former can be best friends. "Unless they do not get drunk? Let us, spoke of her work, her husband, her Casota and still had problems with their parents, not mature, the same problems since I've known.

actually talked all, always speak the same thing, quantum physics, Einstein and singers they liked. We ask the classic, what While preparing the response of Pisco that woman! I check the exact spot of lemon, syrup and ice, but we take no more than half, because the place closed. Hang in there, what time they met. Plan half past nine p.m.. And at what time the place closed? Two in the morning. Long time were not talking about Einstein? Do not spent more? Wait, I'm almost half of the story. Bah, you should be a writer, because they have patience things you can not say if you threw it or not a good time. You see shit? What are my friend, do not just want to tell the facts, but what I felt at that time. But no need to count more, and I wanted to shoot threw it and are still warm from her because her husband left you for that now, right? What else are you going to say no you told me and denied later. Haha, yes then I have always had to feel something strong for her, and then I was already passed, but when I saw not know what it was, it seemed the most beautiful woman on earth, about acting and all I love seeing him play his role as professional and intelligent girl, living the life of an irresponsible teenager. I love her, is like a picture you might see all day in a gallery.

Speak, "spent more than a conversation Friends of years? Well, yes. Yes?! No way! Course, is that you did not want to hear?. No So tell me the truth not what I want to hear. Yes, shit, the bar we went near his home where he has a friend in another bar owner cove, and call beer, and mix it with what we had been in Pisco. We kissed and good, we went to seek shelter there. I threw it to the skinny, your ex, do you? "Being in love? Geez, do not judge me. Do not judge you, I'm surprised, I thought you never dare to be unfaithful to ... the asshole, which is why you sought to be with her, you knew you were watching skinny with his boss on the sly. Nothing, knew nothing. Above you did for revenge. Damn, again that face a judge. It is a surprise, brother. Nor was the big thing, we were too drunk. Certainly, and what did he say it, why he accepted. At first I said no, we're going to ruin the friendship and say that cheap flowers for not taking responsibility, because she ended up blaming me for having disrupted the friendship, as if it depended on us having sex.

did not want to talk about and we parted, she was embarrassed guess, because I said when I said I loved her. Is not love you, simple. Not so, of course, I still love, she loves me less, but does not mean I do not want. Ya, did you not tie it again. I walked to think a while, I was blocked, I remembered my skinny, because I wanted to call the dog was the worst garbage, one of those jerks who take advantage of the carelessness of his thin tired to go out with another, at which point, I raise head across the avenue and see unprepared, out of a dump that bastard hugging his head, I almost hit by a car, crossed like crazy, ready to kill them both, especially to her, asshole. And just when both saw me and she was tieza, I stopped, caught, blocked, curse, with all the surf was up. And you know what I said? How to say not going to beat them? Wanted, what would do, he was raising his arms, but I was paralyzed and with all the fury of my body I could only drop: "Bitch asshole ... we are tied", then I turned around and walked blocks and blocks until you get home.

- What a fool!

- Yes, my thoughts exactly.

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Eclogue

A unborn

for Many hours and days pass ever soon That

the tides Have Caused the flame to dim

At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom

Is this to end or just begin?

" A ll of my love", Led Zeppelin.

I

watch my hands, this time, like many others, do not hold anyone, do not answer the obvious questions, no way aware of what unknown. Certain times, when under the guard always appear the same questions, then I imagine in the arms of other hearts, smiling and excited, would be women high, low, dark, simple and lofty, is not yet possible to determine, only trust your tears creates the connection and history restart.

II

wildly My room was lit by the dawn light announced the bombing of a busy day, was the semifinal of a tournament and should arrive early. Blue pants, orange shirt, black jacket and brown shoes, I ran, huachafo to infinity, but always confident about my talent, not yet exist that elusive concept, sorry. The whereabouts was creating the strategy to win quickly and get out as soon as possible for whatever reason.

She was asleep, I see her thinking of the embraces and caresses of September, the month reached genesis of great love, in fact he did not remember his face, but unconsciously memorized their personal tastes, I could imagine in any situation with exact words emanating from his mouth promiscuous, his room flooded with alcohol, echoed the kisses she received from him, hated her for not knowing me, and he despised him for leaving without much pain, yea, I hated it because he had set his heart at a distance impossible to attack, did not suffer, like me, to not see him suffer.

bus route again distracted, reading signs and streets, and suddenly, the song he had tuned the driver stopped the hearts and accelerated other muscles, was the summum of the cosmos, beautiful, strong and destructive track of who knows what pace. Did not they invent more than men who got involved in rock? Robert Plant was singing without knowing that I changed to lower whereabouts before and not continue torturing me with their messages of Saturday morning.

III

On nights where the suicides plague the street when the morning revived the most dangerous corners of the city, and they are filled with trash and drunks, I think in life you and without you. When someone dies who did not want to die, when someone suffers in the next room, I can only think of you. In your hair does not grow that force me to hide under not one, not pat anyone, that I am not dead inside me for you. It's sad that reveal a vague picture was never taken, a birthday is not happy, another month without hope. I wonder if it would have felt the oppression of your past accepting the sentence, otherwise forget and surrender to the flow of life, which always carries with rocks and mud, which always chokes and kills without shame.

I wonder if I cried with me.

IV

your father singing a song while I held her, after the semifinal, when we are sub-champions in October two years ago after long journey to make that decision that I would retain their voice in my memory, after games, and rocked, he embraced what was left of me.

symptoms disappeared, his voice again in the morning in dark evening, was the first time I heard Amy was the first time I knew abandoned for a better match. It was the first time as Eric Clapton lost his Tears in heaven, or Robert Plant All of my love. You were dying and I flooded in the middle of October of that frustrated musician-writer relationship. How I loved you then, and how much power accumulated in my sadness. She was for him and you disappeared for us.

vampire world and I took him by my side, whenever I see you in the arms of others imagine the endless chances of your name. Tonight I am with two cathedrals over my mouth, I decided to listen tonight Robert Plant, tonight I decided to start embracing my unborn child in a body that never fled.

toast to you and for forgiveness. Is there forgiveness in the afterlife?