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Acacias [Excerpt from a book that still has no name]

With sealed eyes and gorgeous smile on her lips, Camille Isabella drew on his mind. Outlining her curves and recreated every inch of her body. Reminded even the shape of your nose, your hands, the shape of their eyes, each curl of his hair and happily celebrated every detail of the girl. Intensely savored his dream as if it were a slice of honeydew.

pervading all the air that the lungs could be stretching each second to keep him inside. He inspired so strong and his smile grew giving clarity to their features, making it appear that something was up.

Lying in floor did nothing but dream Isabella and receive the vestigial rays of autumn sunshine. The flowers of the trees began to fall on Camille's face, causing her excessive pallor exacerbate so heavenly. It was a sunny day but very cold, but Camille kept some warmth in the soul. Played with the wind. Opened and closed my eyes no acacias dodge falling on another. I was in complete harmony with reality.

Camille licked his lips, inspired by the mouth and in an act of rebellion ended the precious silence. "Isabella ... I found that I love you." Said without waiting for a response.

Isabella's heart a little confused prepared to understand the statement Camille. "I do not I love you Camille." Answer, but it if needed an answer.

- I mean. When I say that I love you, is because I want to say just the opposite.

After a few seconds the heart of Isabella returned to her usual serenity, knowing that she understood the words of Camille.

- I understand. Sorry that surpassed long ago "I love you, love no longer enough to express what you generate in me. I love you, love you, love you selfishly and generously let you fly as high as you need. Whenever you want my arms be your nest, you can be sure that they will be.

Camille met all the emotions stirred by the words of Isabella and indicted their energies in an infinite embrace to her. The embrace was elated that both will roll downhill, permeating their bodies of dead leaves and grass cool. Repressed passionate kissing girls breathing. Rolled kilometers, perhaps many lives. No matter. Rolled and that was important.

The rushing horseplay ended suddenly.

Camille, who was imprisoned in the grass and the body of Isabella, smiling and seized momentum, settled his body on his beloved, letting out her now the prisoner.

- You make me so happy. I've seen things could not imagine, things that shake the soul, things can make you crazy with pain. I thought nothing could touch me, I thought I was immune to the feelings of the world and here I am ... Unable to explain this to believe in me. So great is the feeling and so few words to describe it, and I feel that in a fit of madness and a symphony of kisses could lose his life ... or take your own. I fear for my actions, I feel so high levels of passion that could eat you slowly, you eat every space to live in me and no longer worry about letting you go. I bring your presence to not go and always come back. Eat your body will absorb your eyes and peace will reign me. Repentance then hit my door, but I will have nothing to lose, because you will be part of me and me I can not lose anything.

will breathe at last happy to feel satisfied, satisfied in your love, your probably with traces of blood still on my lips.

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As an April fool

Lament

J'connaitrai never happiness on earth
I am too stupid
All hurts me and all is misery for me
asshole
Everything started going badly finish
always the idiots
All pleasure disappears - after c is much worse
least for the idiots
Anxiety strangles me and hugs me j'empire
increasingly con
I do not know what to do or cry or laugh
as do the idiots
Sometimes it's blue then it's black soot
color idiots
We would like to sing but then the rain
arroz that 'the idiots
It expects trouble arises but
that tint the idiots
We want to dance - the floor is mud
wade the idiots
We 're idiots bulk slush
we're morons
Love wanders into an autogyro
above idiots
Who turn up their noses' ith a gentle smile smile
rec
still awaits adventure
illusion con
For they are reduced to their seul'nature
nature of con
Roses the flowers and moonlight
c ' is not for the idiots
The cons but they believe it is for nothing
food
construc
Raymond Queneau

Rincón I of The
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[Lamentation

will never know the happiness on earth am too asshole

Everything makes me suffer and everything is miserable for my poor asshole

Everything begins
ends badly asshole ever for
All pleasure disappears and it is even worse then at least for

asshole Anxiety chokes me and push me
increasingly worsened
asshole I do not know what to do, whether to laugh or mourn as do the jerk

A other times it is blue and black soot color

bullshiters Want to sing but then the rain asshole

Creek to want to wait but then boredom
befalls the
asshole They want to dance but the soil is clay and
He skated the swollen asshole idiots
We
manure because we are assholes
Love walks in autogyro
above
asshole nose boosting
gentle smile smile still waiting asshole
adventure asshole
illusion
As they are reduced to their true asshole
be
Roses flowers and moonlight are not for asshole

The asshole believe it all but what better fodder for assholes


Translation Adolfo García Ortega, Raymond Queneau: The fatal moment. Visor, Madrid, 2009 (L'Instant fatal , 1948)]

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The "no love" when you love deeply.

In this opportunity I have is philosophy, a release of the soul, released a lot of questions and a happy pleasure to understand what another heart is in question.

Long ago I decided to take my dictionary all that I love you there ... I think it is a selfish statement, to my mind implies a sense of possession of a person towards something. Based on that theory, then explain that you can love a pair of shoes, but it is known that a pair of shoes does not compare in importance to any living being.
But what happens when bad use the concept of love?
once heard the word "love" etymologically means without death, but I also know that the root is wrong, as it mixes Greek and Latin terms.
Anyway, I think there are many ways to love someone, that is, I love my parents, I love my family, my friends, I love many people (as there is in me a feeling possessive towards them. ), so people do not love, I think it simply. As I said, there are many forms of love, but its end is the same feeling that differs in demonstrations.
I sought the meaning of "love" and found the following:
Love: Feeling intense human being, from his own failure, need and seek to meet and bond with another being.
An act of self-satisfaction, an attempt feedback to achieve what has not, to avoid loneliness perhaps to complement hajar.
I think we've worn out the true meaning of love, that we misused many "I love you", and in some cases are issued to the habit.
What happens then when we find a person without a search for a plug?, What if our lives were full and satisfied and soon a person will fall from the sky right in the nose, What happens when you love with all my heart, but we prefer to leave to go to that person, when there is a sense of possession, when the feeling is more utopian, more metaphysical, more real and more maddening?. What you tell that person that your life has turned 180 degrees and made you give 4 somersaults and then drop you in dreams, What do you say when you feel a tightness in the chest so intense, so relentless that makes you shouting silent pain that takes you from one extreme to another in seconds, with a single kiss can give you as much air?, how to catalog a feeling that can make you commit immorality, which is even able to turn away from faith , which makes you angel and devil while you choke and you free?.
No, for me it is a complement. To me it is just love.
is why I decided that I love you not one bit ... for me is much much more.