I, my love, celebrate our love to embrace each and every morning when I'm lucky to wake up next to you at any time where I can read the happiness in your eyes through my that reflect windows that look over each other to discover the world, the real one, the fact of relationship with the human being other than himself. If
celebrate this festival once a year would be a miserable existence, it would mean that for all other days we live in the trenches against each other, unable to relate to the diversity of the other. And I object to the theft and deception that some homosexuals are the term diversity to define or define their way of being, for them, although I respect them completely, not like the true diversity, cancel.
Cancel the diversity of the opposite sex and then recognize only the abstract is an deadly parading the vitality of the spine and makes it all undifferentiated and indifferent.
The relationship with the other by itself is something else, it costs the crisis of their own narcissism to the onset of desire.
I do not like celebrating, like to live and live what you do not need to be celebrated because quell'ovvio is part of existence without which life does not deserve this name.
would welcome rather than a feast for the abandonment and separation from the greek thought and culture from which it sprang. A party that would put the birth of the human being as unique and primal source of equality among individuals, and finally take note that only after weaning the streets of women and men are separated to allow them to meet and continually be on the basis of their physical and mental differences, in the most creative and transformative relationship, ever.
no reason.
