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Unstable Union

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Every illusion is sweet, to the point that the taste comes to one’s mouth, to the point that we revere doubt as if it were something right in parallel with the extension of uncertain thoughts, a small part of us is reason, everything else is desire.

And if we have desires at different times, it is possible that the conflict or worse the conformity with the desire of another and the expectation of his. While one desires the body, libido and enjoyment, the other desires the breast, the bed, the comfort. There are those who will say: “I have lived all this”, others will say: “I would like to live this” and the desire conjugated in the first person of the singular will be singular, the verb conjugated in the singular does not meet the plural.

Funny how people find relevance where it doesn’t exist, make homes that don’t reside and decorate acts of courage that they never had, add to the pains and shameless acts they had for those who were unwilling and neglect those who are open to receive them for not being part of your time. Thankfully, they replaced the poison with Tinder and the Instagram photos, Romeo and Juliet with the romantic, rich and tender rapist, the mystery of flirting with a plaything that turns the most sagacious mind into ruinous dismay.

It is the prison deprived of emotional balance, of fasting pride, of the healthy body, of the most honest aspirations for the most disastrous souls.
If we were not so liars, so false, so widely adaptable, we would make the image of people incomprehensible, the image of people unrecognizable, impersonal and infallibly equal, and they cannot be different. But we are names, colors, cultures, mixtures, flavors, beliefs. Finally, ideas that define us and make us unique and different.

These unique, special and different people have to live with other people as unique, special and different as they are, hence the unstable union of people so equal that they could only be different.

The great mystery of living together has to do with having lunch at a tannery, the other day a boy who works in a grocery store close to home told me that before working in the market, he worked in a tannery, but only now that he was away did he smell the horrible smell of the place when he passed by his old job. What makes us different is the distance and not the relevance of what we think when we see ourselves differently.


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