"This morning was clear about what to think about friendship and love. Now, clarity is more about what are not. After hours and hours of noise to accompany daily life, and how the world must be important, the idea to search simple words to define an useless feeling in a world of convenience is ridiculous. The suitability of a friendship remains until the contradiction between desire and loyalty breaks. An opportunity to be free over a responsibility that has not been desired. So, in the moment of truth, the decision is to break free, in real, and not to insist in a compromise. Turn the page. Not, break the page.
His body was behind, alone, naked. After nine hundred nights together, the desir to be with other, with the smell of the rum and the sea, with all things that it is possible to detest, to arrive to a different orgasm is sufficient to leave without say good bye. Why? In any case, that's what it's about. It is not a love story, is just the opportunity to live intensely... and all justifications for me, while my silent footsteps mark my escape. One last time, we made love, and when the afternoon arrives, I will not have to answer anything. And I will say that there was nothing new that you told me... just crying. That's what it's about..., turn the page.
The afternoon. The commitments (personal) are unexpected actions... do without expected anything". however, in silence, jealousy are there, because there are not any reason to be valued. In romanticism, it's about lowering your head and accepting... same if the hearth promises not to resist, because it is not about self-denial. Then, the tolerance is unbearable and it is impossible not to be sad. The opportunity of the others is over the fraternity and the initiative. Jealousy is about how the others are pragmatics and how we are degraded. Just is a question of desir and pragmatism.
No more ecstasy. From Today, the only valable research is the quest for the oblivion. Alone and naked in the door, it is possible to ponder not only the phrases said also the silence. And it is not possible to find something to explain anything because the outcome was evident, always. From the beginning to this morning. A definition of the evident is not possible to write, because in this language there are not the adequate words to describe the feelings. May be for this reason the music exits and the tears. The painting and the orgasm do the same, without words, only the strokes on the skin.
This evening the words are not sense. All reasons to finish the day without thinking in any important and trascendental idea are there, while the lovers ignore each other. The friends are partners and the rupture is a contractual termination. Other story to collect and to forget. It's not important enough to wait the initiative of the others. Happily, everything is over and the day was sufficient to build other ideas about the non trascendental and important feelings. It's good to arrive tired to sleep without any thought about the important to find words to describe love and friendship."
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