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| By alexandradillon.com |
"Calling the other side of the world. In other times, the life was a consecutive collection of mornings to make a seven hour difference call. A frustration to arrive at night without messages, alone and of course, the new day with a lot of desires... unfulfilled wishes, in solitude. Now, there are a similar single bedroom, the songs from other people's times, and desires..., memories of what happened and what did not happen. There are not any possibility to remember the sound of her voice and at least one love word... it is a diffuse shadow, she.
"So... I am, and if nothing new is heard, I look for another sex, another heart ... because it was not only that you kept it, but that you took care of it... and it does not matter if I liked how my body opened up to you, while we were on the road, on the way to the airport... So, it is time. We must to make more that a simple resistance and we must defend the word. Why it is not possible to use, equality, fraternity, progress, society, community and rights without being branded as being on the other side of the world? What about love or loyalty? . Of course, I do not agree with your principles, because I just want to sleep with your partner and succumb to my desire (and hers) no matter what you think. Pass the page..., I have not done anything wrong. So, my dignity and pleasure are more important than your honor and your... love? So, the little questions are ridiculous, and the desire of an humanity is a civilisation sin: the occidental values are defendible and overall the other people. Really, in the occidental people speech, this affirmation is not an irony.
"So... and I hope you're listening to those bastards. They are the best. The only ones who deserve this world, its riches and the forgiveness, because all of us, just we are guilty. Alone, It is the responsibility of thinking about the world before the murder. The silence. There are different ways to be a death. Oblivion is enough. But for the other side, there is freedom. And it does not matter what the others think (yes, it hurt the one who hurts), but he is free and dies with a smile. The prize of the freedom is to be alone in a night face to a white paper that will not be burned before it is written. In fact, it will never be possible to burn.
And you already bit your elbows? A principle is a reason to be weak, fragile. The opportunity, a mole on the lower back and the spot on his ass is enough. My porcelain, my mermaid and the chick who that absolutely forgives me everything for love. And for the others, yes... they conspire, yes, they conspired against my happiness! And she accept the affirmation because is the only supportable truth. This is a difficult land. The land of the modern wild human. Modern? Human? Humanity is a forbidden word, and same if there are the defenders of the real sense of the true meaning of the word, at the end we are reduced for rhythmic sentences. In likes and emojis.
Happiness is about convenience and popularity. But in humanity is a question of well-being. The others words are to resist the transformation of the world. Remember the real origin and the principle of the humans and friends. One far time, very far, the people against the fallacies defends the community and the friendship. Now, the opportunity is open and the conscience is just a convenable label for some discussion, for example, to disguise himself as dignity. Yes, You are too happy, because you are too convenient."
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