A citizen is in freedom to blame. The system does not allow more, because the rules are better than the routes. Then, the possibility to recognising oneself and to recognising the other out the order is a forbidden action because it is not possible to create an option different to the rules. The good and the bad is the only label within the freedom of the citizen and accepted order. Sex is the primary expression of love. Weird love or love with all the accepted forms. In a second place, sex is the expression of simple desire but selfish love, so, it's still love. And the rest is the complex desire, impuse and the hate, unfortunately, the hunger and necessity of love. So, It's still love too. The wine, in this July night helps to find more words, but a kiss would be enough.
In any case there is a nevertheless for survival, beyond the status quo. As humans (and superior primates) the community imposes protecting the weak and for this, more than compassion is necessary the common sense and rationality. Compassion is exploited by religion and the rationality is misunderstood by those who believed in a stupid social darwinism without recognise the importance of the herd, the group, the village, the people or the family. Human evolution to hunt to revolutionise. It was hot despite the rain of the day. Sinatra is not a good idea to accompany the Carménère - he said finished the last cup. He was thinking of looking for another bottle to open when his phone rang. It was her. He put the bottle away again and took his car keys. She just said: come on, I await you.
The necessary revolution is not with new elements or knowledge. But yes, with a different way to understand and to recognise the life and the responsibility with the others. The selfishness and the opportunism do not guarantee any legacy in a fragile existence: it is not a question of power, it is transcendence as living being. She just slept. Ten fifty-five and his fingers ran that tattoo on her shoulder. He did not feel her breath, but yes, he remembered her moans and her words as murmurs: spells of desire that a few of months later would be transformed into words of love. However, he did not know tonight, and nor had he imagine it before: The strange and fragile love story that moves away from any destination, and it remains for the envy of others.
Human history is not a question of destiny. Human history is about movements, developments and consequences. However the possibility to build models, it is not possible to reduct the causalities and outcomes because movements are chaotic notwithstanding the order and motivation of the development. For this, human evolution is life revolution and the freedom is the context of the chaos. A desire and a dangerous reality. Thursday night. A few minutes to reach midnight and he had gotten used to preferring silence that the noise of an old radio. In solitude, he no longer expected anything because in the tomorrow Friday nigh, he would laugh and listen to the music around a tequila, with some of those wonderful women, not just anyone. He would remember her name and the taste of her lips. But now, it is time to the silence."
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