Bed With Corner Behind

Whilst it may be


Modesty is a free choice. I have always believed that the confidentiality of their moods, their feelings, it was something to treasure the people of undifferentiated human eye. What's left of me when Promano urbi et orbi that's more personal, individual staff possess? Where is my freedom if I submit to screening, influenza, judged by anyone my privacy? Because it is known that the eye observer changes the observed and the same is true for the most granite of personality. And above all, where is my freedom if I'm to choose, select, plumb, elect, those who feel deserving of "possession" of a part of me? As Pessoa said (I think) the other eye offends me, through me, beyond me. It has a power that I have not, to see me and I can interpret them as I never do. If this also gives unique advantage of my unconditional surrender, giving up the only thing he can not see, my privacy, what the hell have I got?
But let's go: Facebook. I have to register or not?
These are days that I tend to plunge. There's my brother, there are many of my friends, is there any cute girl that I do not care but I do not have the opportunity to see often, we are colleagues.
will say, ok, and what is the problem? You do not have mica and opening the door and let in all sorts of curious and gossiping. You have to put a name, a photo (if you want) and bring into your space only those who want to enter. And there seems little?


(Jaenada)

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The Swede and the bottle





This post is not directed to happy couples. (Though in reality, this premise does not exclude anyone. Not because it is possible to be happy as a couple, but often you can be really happy only in two, but for the simple reason that they should read this post in exactly ten minutes (fifteen go ...) as this is really possible. and tend to exclude that in those magical moments they entertain you to read my blog).
The post is instead aimed at those who were left (or left to avoid being left, or who have autoconvinti of leaving, or who tell of having allowed themselves to joint decision). To all those who have encountered on their way a "Swedish" (or a Swede), a "bottle" and especially to those who do not even have someone to blame.
are exempted from the comments, even in light of the premise, couples who say they are happily married or living together for ten plus years.
First, because they will not be believed, and secondly because there is nothing more boring than the happy couples, the third because they are already equipped with pins and stuffed animals in your own image and likeness.
are also exempted from the optimistic comments indefinitely ("you're certain that someday, when you least expect it ..."), the psychoanalysts so much per kilo ("you talk like that because you had a disappointment") and fatalism ("I deserve" ... "you see I had to go so").
The ecstasy of love is an abyss of light. Bright as happiness, sorrow and dark as abysmal as the unfathomable. Too much to bring him back to the banal stereotypes. Too little to avoid being mocked by a hyperbola steeped in irony and disillusionment.


(Jaenada)