I always thought that the cazzeggiano is an art.
Having said that I mumble with my thoughts that are intertwined in the eyes of the other, while his fingers absently make a sort of origami with kitchen paper and I talk, talk, talk. Then she tells me that I talk too much and I obey, I stop talking But do not stop, nor look to see. Then I take the camera and frame it the result, or the effect of my words on the fingers of the other while I was listening.
The cazzeggiano fun if you imagine, or m'invento, receptivity, and creativity that the woman did appear in listening to a strange beast, something that makes me think of a prehistoric animal. Presumptuously m'invento my talk and listen to stimulate his memories ancient, primordial, irrational, even silly, even monstrous, even curious. In fact I have to admit, or perhaps only assume that is the ability to listen to women talk about the cause of man, as is his desire to stimulate the movement of man towards his sweet body. If I wanted to apply the democratic principle of a level playing field, I should say that the opposite is also true but I do not know to what extent. The superior ability of intuitive concreteness of women is undeniable, as it is undeniable that when a man does not speak, then stops to talk and to say what he did, but she has already guessed. And man it feels a bit 'crowded out, if a man is stupid and arrogant in its claim of verbalization for knowledge, while still likely to enjoy this sublime in accepting difference, the woman trying to steal the secret that lies behind physiology of the stomach and that has given to all humans the calm needed to understand and love the things we do, to understand and be able to live reports, well before the onset of verbal language.
now I have not spoken but I have written, I wonder if the same thing, I think, and not just because she is not here now, but because even though she would be there was the loneliness inherent in the very act of writing to make a difference.
While you fuck you sfotte are learned and a lot of things.
And if we do not learn are invented, which is even funnier.
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