What! Butterflies and wine
This stole my heart, we became friends spontaneously. I never found such a person in immediate readiness to play and affection. Some will say: great strength, is a child. And I say that to be so a child needs to be confirmed in other, non-teaching. His is a continuously observe and understand, we think by itself to learn things, just that the others do not propose that the dissociation which has met, a dissociation between doing and feel, or between saying and doing that's confusing. The "knowledge" of adults are too often steeped in the venom of the negation, abstraction and masturbation. Sometimes it's even a knowledge based on cancellation of the other.
In this blog I no longer want to write anything, goes the last slice of narcissism, as my constitutional impatience back to bite. do not shut up, maybe put only the pictures, maybe. I'm so tired of my words. I prefer the feel of the body, the looks in the eye and understand that the flight is free of articulate language to develop and make the image real. It took me years to recover myself that no longer existed. Grateful to another human being for not having tried to teach me anything, but just allowing me to observe and take the time to do. A rare secret that few know how to fulfill and report correctly, it's called love, but it is not an abstract word Christian or deformed, is the simple ability to be human beings outside of any ideology or disease. The guy in the picture, believe me, it is absolutely healthy and free of any ideology or religion. If I relate to him I am immediately aware of how many times we adults try, in various ways, to recover a genuine innocence that seems lost or demolished under the blows of our oppressive culture. We do somersaults, some dressed in strange ways to say it is free and different, without ever understanding what really is the diversity and freedom. Political struggle to a certain ideal of "humanity" but did not know how to say in what constitutes the very humanity, with the risk that someone take drifts hallucinating. Or we say that anything goes, everything goes well, in an existentialism (I know, I repeat myself), and disassociated abstract, full of denial. Alberga still in the minds of too many of us the idea that there is at the bottom of all Evil as a natural predisposition of human beings. The guy keeps looking at me and laughs with his eyes smart and curious, of course there is nothing in the can to hurt him. Who knows where he obtained the certitude of hope. He certainly understood the difference between the human world and non-human world. Now explain that sometimes it is the human world to become a human would not horrible violence, a violence that culture and religion operate systematically on the minds of children by parents or teachers in the role of assassins. The guy in the picture had a big ass, because it seems they have not encountered anything like this in its path. But where the fuck you live?
Follow your clit is, but watch the pole 
