Well while on television speak of the slaughter of cod, the sport and its importance, I am here sprawled in front of the fireplace that I write the piece of the blog.
I have not the faintest idea of \u200b\u200bwhat I'm talking is propinano that box ... it is strangely addictive. He talks about things, and full of empties itself into me. Empty images, empty words, empty concepts. They talk about sex, for a change. The betrayal. That grumpy and prickly topic.
I mean, I do not buy a person when I put it together. Do not buy it, I do not have a bill of sale stating that my tenure on that person. If you are married is one thing, marriage is a contract, every paragraph is well-defined rights, duties and annotations of both the policyholders, and there you are consenting to be trapped with their own hands.
But if my path is flanked by "chance" on someone else, who am I to force it to take away his freedom? Who is he to force me into a cage, even though gold?
What does it mean to betray? Betray the trust? And we know what is trust?
If a person agrees with me that "we are together" and then has sex with someone else is betrayal of what, if not of my illusion of possession against him?
This is probably a big heavy hoe that I'm pulling directly on the gums, not just on the feet, but I wonder what this morbidity that seeps into our daily lives, we pollute the act and what to think ... comes? From the fear of losing what? How can we "lose" something that has never belonged there? How can we treat as a "thing" a person?
When our path verges so much to someone else and we claim the right ordering: "thou shalt not betray me" what is it that we are actually saying? And to whom?
What makes us sick?
The breaking of the illusion that we have transposed to who we face? It is the false break that image, built by ourselves that we have cleverly pasted on the person in front of us?
Or as we lost in his beautiful eyes do not do nothing but watch and say to ourselves: "I do not ever betray you. I am you, and I will join only with you, I love you, I will never leave you "and we get angry and suffer, and cry, and hate when that person just by living there reminds us that we were to create our illusion.
If so, the eyes of the person we are dealing with is just a mirror for the soul. Our
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Betrayal does not exist. The real betrayal
we implement it against anyone who is walking beside us when we want to give him a role, and, tying a ball and chain in order to slow it down and force him to the similarity between them. Thus it is that ignoring the individuality and betrayed the nature of his being.
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