Wednesday, June 2, 2010

My Brazilian Wax Has Gone Red Swollen And Pimples

From love to hate .... no way Tabula rasa

.... there is an abyss. There is so much distance, which often take the wrong path that leads us down a path of overgrown that we, hopefully, only bruised. Other times, raw. Why do we fall into the void when love ends? Quite simply, because we have not understood that love never ends, just redefined, transformed, perhaps even acquire a different intensity ... But there is, because each and every one of the people who passed through our lives deserve a place in our memory. For those who were once important, today should remain so. No matter that we no longer see or think of them, or even that we have forgotten their faces and voices ... Each and every one of those people have made us a little more like we are today, are part of our project personal creation, how to stop feeling something good to someone who has been with you, it was important that made you feel good and the bad of life at a time?



Someone once told me to write well, you had to do what one knows well, and yes, gentlemen, but it sounds like a worn cliché, it's true. I write of love, heartbreak, and love and broken hearts again. Because I know him well. Like you, like you, like anyone else. From love of your life, there's one after another. No matter if they last a second, one year or until eternity. No matter if they materialize or not, if real or virtual, whether to laugh or make you mourn. All that matters is that they are all equally privileged within you, because all made you feel at some point in your life something special ... odors, colors, flavors, textures ... even if ephemeral ... and there is nothing more fantastic in this race to the bottom that these little things called feelings. They usually give us happiness. Yel love.

To avoid falling into the abyss, not to hate after love, just step aside. The vacuum comes in a straight line. The revival, in parallel. You can even look askance at it to be your partner to see how it wears. Now that's love.

Audio: "Somewhere only we know '(Keane)

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