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said teacher Don Francisco de Quevedo in his wonderful elegy Ah life! " In the past, today and tomorrow diapers and shroud ". Luckily the big left its stamp and we can use them to give us everlasting life lessons. Is not that a notice of the poet, which should, in turn, take maximum of Horacio as his own? Carpe diem quam minimum postero gullible. Seize the day, not tomorrow trust. And I'm not great, but let me acosejar for them, I would suggest that the evolution of the time taken to flight, if we also our instinct.

Why so hard on historical use to correct moral instinct? What subject can be as objective how to make it morally acceptable and what is not? Why instincts are classified as obscene if they come from the natural? Moreover, who corrects morals then? Too much rhetorical question. But those who questioned this before me, I sensed a sort of universal response compatible with all the human deficiency states. I do not pretend seem subversive, "although there is always a reactionary who branded me that, and I just take as a compliment, but all I can add to all what has been written for centuries, is that the sex is correct to moral. And love . But beware. Not that love can we have sold. A love more epicurean, more to Sinatra, My Way .

will put a case study. Nobody really has a clue about what love is or how to feel or experience. But all are surprised and are critical when love is out of the norm or moral canon. Again I ask who the hell has that much power to say to me and to the world that give a picture of a Japanese mochi someone who loves Japanese mochi is not love. To count stars simultaneously to 1,200 miles without face to face is not love. That love can not be born of a simple word, handwritten, typed, spoken ... or a touch that never existed but he imagined so strong so strong that has become real .... or a powder in a bathroom after a night of excess which is not on any calendar, but so pleasing that the fans still wet to remember ....

Love is not rules or types, nor a perfect equation. Is a dense space in which you and I and everyone else learn to develop with the intensity and imagination that we are able to experience without the oppressive yoke of morality, taking advantage of the day because there is no tomorrow. Or maybe ... if you make a picture ...

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