Love is a disease. And patients know us by any deep dark circles, which betray a lack of sleep, or our overwhelming need to say stupid things.
Love can cause, taking a handful of dust "Quereme , in coffee or soup, as carelessness, but can not be prevented. There is no government decree can ban it.
once wrote, summing up the case: " They are two, that evening fixes error .
Today I will tell my way and manner some stories that develop the issue.
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we desire life, no name, no memory, she was alone.
His hands but had no one to touch . His mouth but I had to talk to.
Life was one. And it was still a no.
desire then drew his bow.
And the arrow of desire left the life in two.
And life was two.
And the two met and laughed.
seen them laugh, and touch as well.
Footprints for thousands and thousands and thousands of years a couple was walking down the east African born while the rainy season.
The woman and the man still looked pretty much like monkeys (truth be told), although they walked upright and had no tail. A nearby volcano, now called Sadim was throwing ashes at the mouth. Ashpits
And the steps that saved the couple from that time through all time. Under the cover gray traces have been left intact. And those feet
we now say that Eve and that Adam, were walking together, when at some point she stopped, turned and walked a few steps on your own ... later, then returned to the shared path.
The oldest human footprints have left us all a question mark.
The years have passed, a few years old, and doubt remains. Ants
Tracy Hill was a kid in a Connecticut town and practiced age-appropriate entertainment, like any other sweet angel of God.
One day, along with their classmates, Tracy began to throw lighted matches in an anthill. Everyone enjoyed much of that healthy recreation for children. But she saw something that others did not see or did as they were not and that she left a mark on the memory.
Before the fire, to the danger, the ants were separated in pairs ... and so, together, very closely, waiting to die.
Hugs Foundation
Long before that Iraq was devastated by the crusade ground civilization of President Bush, there in Iraq, was born writing. And there was written the first poem of love in human history. The poem written in the Sumerian language, written in the mud, recounting the meeting between a pastor and a goddess. The goddess Inanna, loved that night as if it were mortal, and Dumuvi, the pastor, was immortal while the night lasted. Theology
The Christian God, God of my childhood, does not make love. It is perhaps the only god who ever made love among all the gods of all religions of this world. Each vez que lo pienso siento pena por él y entonces le perdono que haya sido mi superpapá castigador, el jefe de policía del universo, y pienso que al fin y al cabo dios también supo ser mi amigo cuando en aquellos viejos tiempos yo creía en él y creía que él creía en mí. Y a veces hasta me parece escuchar sus melancólicas confidencias, como si al oido me dijera: " Lástima que Adán fuera tan bruto, lástima que Eva fuera tan sorda y lástima que yo no supe hacerme entender. Ellos creyeron que un pecado merece castigo, si es original. Dije que peca quien desama y entendieron que peca quien ama. Donde anuncié praderas de fiestas escucharon valle de lágimas. Dije que era el dolor la sal que daba gustito to life, human adventure and realized that I was bound to give them the glory of being mortal and lunatics. "
The love of
amares
King Solomon sang most of their women women . sang to his body and the door of her body and green bed sharing. " The Song of Songs " does not seem even a little bit to the other passages from the Jerusalem Bible. Why is it that is there ?
According to the Rabbis is an allegory of God's love for Israel. According to the priests, is a tribute to the wedding of Christ with the church. But no verse of "The Song " refers to God, much less a Cristo o a la Iglesia que nacieron mucho despues de que " el cantar " fuera cantado. Más bien parece que éste fue un homenaje, un jubiloso homenaje a la pasión humana y a la diversidad de nuestros colores. Los amores entre un Rey judío y una mujer negra. Ella cantaba: " Mejores que el vino son los besos de tu boca ". Y según la version oficial, cantaba tambien: " Negra soy pero bella ". Otras versiones dicen que no, que el " pero " fue agregado, y agregado despues porque ella orgullosa había cantado: " Negra soy y bella ".
El pánico macho
Uno de los mitos más antiguos y más universales, cuenta que la primera noche yacían juntos la mujer y el hombre... cuando él escuchó un ruidito amenasante, un crujidero de dientes entre las piernas de ella y el susto que cortó el abrazo.
Los machos mas machos del mundo (la verdad sea dicha) tiemblan todavía, en cualquier lugar del mundo, cuando recuerdan, sin saber qué recuerdan, aquel primer peligro de devoración. Y se preguntan los machos más machos, sin saber qué se preguntan: ¿Será que la mujer sigue siendo una puerta de entrada que no tiene salida?
Un arma peligrosa
En más de treinta paises la tradición manda cortar el clítoris.
Este tajo confirma el derecho de propiedad del hombre on his wife or female. And the concision called "Purification " to this crime against female pleasure.
They explain that the clitoris is: a poisoned dart, a scorpion's tail, a termite nest, killing the man or ill, that excites women were poisoned milk and becomes greedy and crazy auction. To justify the mutilation Maoma quote the prophet, who never spoke of the matter, and the Qur'an, which mentions neither.
The Seven Deadly Sins knees
a penitent in the confessional he admitted that he was guilty of greed, gluttony, lust, sloth, envy, pride and anger. I never confessed, said, because I did not want you, the priests, but I enjoyed my sins and greed, have kept me. Gula, well, since the first time I saw her, I confess, the cannibals did not seem too bad. "That is called lust lost in the body of the woman he loves? That woman was the only thing in the world that I was too lazy. And she was jealous, yes, I admit, was envious of me. And I confess that after I made the arrogance to believe that it was me. And I wanted to break the mirror, mad with rage when I saw it. Burros
palenque attached to it, both loaded with dry wood look. He affectionate. She frivolous. And while the donkey and the donkey look and looked again, the busy crossing in devout prayer, Cosalá square. Today is Friday and go all luteando. Dressed in black, black blanket, black stockings, black gloves. But the pious stick tremendous fright when the donkey and the donkey break moorings and revel in tweaking give full square, facing the church and back to City Hall. Mexico
For all the cries resound. And the mayor of Cosalá, José Antonio Ochoa, out onto the balcony, screams and covers his eyes. And then sends that are past the rebels with arms hooked love burritos, without letting it fall, shot.
Unicuerpo
With the help of their staffs white and a few drinks, they made their way, somehow or other, the narrow streets of Tlaquepaque. They seemed about to fall, but no. When he encountered was holding her and when she held it rocked him. A duo duo walked and sang. Gastadita voice sang together, always in the same place, in the shadow of the portal. And with a voice punished recreated old corridos of the Mexican Revolution, an instrument would use, I dunno, I do not remember, maybe a guitar. And then passed the hat among the respectable public. And they lost preceded by their staffs, through the crowd in the sun, dilapidated, ragged, well agarraditos to each other, glued to each other, amid the uncertainties of the world.
The hug always
not long ago were discovered on which was formerly DRYLAND Sumpa beach in Ecuador. And there they are. There are the sun for anyone to view, these skeletons, a man and a woman, bound, sleeping for an eternity amares or rather, to be a little more precise, for eight thousand years.
her beauty is striking in the case of bones so ugly. And even more surprising is his modesty, because they Sumpa lovers, forever embraced, asleep in the wind, unaware that they have more greatness and beauty of Niagara Falls, o las Pirámides de Teotihuacan, o la fortaleza de Machu Picchu.
Ventana sobre el cuerpo
La iglesia dice: " El cuerpo es una culpa ".
La ciencia dice: " El cuerpo es una máquina ".
La publicidad dice: " El cuerpo es un negocio ".
Y el cuerpo dice: " Yo soy una fiesta ".
Eduardo Galeano
L'amore è una malattia. E chiunque riconosce noi malati, per le profonde occhiaie che denunciano la mancanza di sonno, o per la nostra insopportabile necessità di dire stupidaggini.
Love can be provoked, by throwing a handful of dust " quereme " in coffee or soup, such as inattention, but can not prevent. There is no government decree that would prohibit it.
Sometimes I have written to summarize the theme: "They are two to correct a mistake that night ."
Today story, in my way and manner, some stories that develop the theme.
we desire life, no name, no memory, she was alone.
His hands, but who had not touched. His mouth, but had no one to talk.
Life was one, and since no one was not. Then he pulled the desire
with his bow. And the arrow
deldesiderio life divided in half.
And life was two.
And the two met and laughed.
seeing them laugh, and even touching.
Orme
Thousands and thousands and thousands of years ago a couple was walking in the savannah in East Africa, while the rainy season began. That woman and man, in fact, still looked like a lot of monkeys, although now walked upright and had no tail.
near a volcano, now called Sadiman, was throwing ashes from the crater. The expanse of ash preserved the steps of the couple, from that time, through all time. From a gray mantle fingerprints have been intatte. E quei piedi ci dicono, adesso, che quella Eva e quell'Adamo stavano camminando insieme, quando ad un certo punto lei si fermò, cambiò strada e fece alcuni passi per conto suo. Poi tornò al cammino condiviso.
Le impronte umane più antiche hanno lasciato il segno di un dubbio.
Qualche annetto è passato. Il dubbio resta.
Formiche
Tracey Hill, bambina in un paesino del Connecticut, si divertiva come qualsiasi altro piccolo angelo nello stato del Connecticut o in qualsiasi altra parte del pianeta, giocando come si addice alla sua età.
Un giorno, insieme ai suoi compagni di scuola, Tracey si mise ad infilare fiammiferi accesi in un formicaio. Tutti si divertivano much fun with this, but Tracey was impressed by something that no one else saw, or pretended not to see, but that left her paralyzed and forever, a sign in memory before the fire, the face of danger, the ants they separated into pairs, and two by two, and close together, waiting for death.
Foundation hugs
Thousands of years before the U.S. invasion would bring the civilization of President Bush's crusade in Iraq, the land had been born to write. And there was written the first poem of love in world history. In the Sumerian language, written on clay, the poet narrates the encounter of a goddess and a shepherd. Inanna, the goddess, loved that night as if it were deadly. And Damuzi, the pastor, that night was immortal.
The Theology of the Christian god, the god of my childhood, does not make love. It is perhaps the only god who has never made love among all the gods of all religions of this world. Every time I think I feel sorry for him and forgive him then it was my superpapá punishment, the police chief of the universe, and I think God knew in the end be my friend when, in those old days, I I believed in him and believed that he believed in me. And sometimes it seems to me to even listen to his melancholy confidences, as if my ear saying, "What a pity that Adam fosse tanto rozzo, che pena che Eva fosse tanto sorda e che pena io non sia riuscito a farmi capire. Essi credettero che un peccato merita punizione, se è originale. Dissi che pecca chi disamora e capirono che pecca chi ama. Dove annunciai praterie di feste intesero valle di lacrime. Dissi che era il dolore il sale che dava gusto alla vita, all'avventura umana, e capirono che io stavo condannandoli concedendo loro la gloria di essere mortali e pazzi ".
L'amare degli amanti
Cantò Re Salomone alla più donna delle sue donne. Cantò al suo corpo e alla porta del suo corpo ed al vigore del letto condiviso. " Il cantico dei cantici " non somiglia nemmeno un pochino agli altri passaggi the Jerusalem Bible. For what reason is there?
According to the rabbis is an allegory of God's love for Israel. According to the priests, is a tribute to the marriage of Christ with the Church. But to any of "the Song " mentions God or Christ, much less the Church who were born long after "the Song" was sung. Rather it seems that this was an homage, a jubilant tribute to the human passion and diversity of our colors. The love between a king jew and a black woman. She sang: "Better than wine are the kisses of your mouth ." And according to the official version, sang: "Black are but beautiful." Other versions say that " but "was added, and added later, because she is proud, he sang:" Black is beautiful .
Panic male
One of the oldest and most universal myths, says that the first night lay with the woman and the man ... when he heard an ominous noise, a squeal of teeth between her legs and fear broke the embrace.
males than males of the world (truth be told) still shaking , anywhere in the world, reminiscent of when, not knowing what to remember, that first danger of being devoured. And they ask males more than males, not knowing what to ask themselves: Could it be that the woman continues to be a port of entry that has no exit?
dangerous weapon
In more than thirty countries, the tradition calls for cutting the clitoris.
This confirms the right cut to the man about his wife or his wives. And remind the maimed " Purification " this crime committed against the female pleasure.
They explain that the clitoris is, a poison dart, a tail of a scorpion, a nest of termites, the man who kills or sickens, that excites women, poisoning the milk and turns completely crazy and insatiable. To justify the mutilation mentioning the prophet Muhammad that he never spoke of the theme, and the Koran even mentions it.
The seven deadly sins
knee
In a penitent in the confessional he admitted that he was guilty of greed, gluttony, lust, sloth, envy, pride and anger. Have never confessed, he said, because I did not want you, cared for, you enjoyed more than I do with my sins, and avarice for me I kept them. Gola, of course, the first time I saw her, I confess cannibalism did not seem bad at all. It's called lust that get lost in the body of his beloved? That woman was the only thing in the world did not give me lazy. And I felt jealous, yes, I admit, I felt envious of myself. And I confess that after I committed the arrogance to believe that she was me. And I wanted to break that mirror, crazy anger, when I saw the reflection.
Donkeys
attached to the same fence, the two, loads of dry wood, they look. Him affectionately. She frivolous. And while the donkey and the donkey you look and welcome, through the Beguine, occupied in prayer, the square of cosalismo. Today is Friday, and walk all in mourning. Dressed in black, black mantles, black stockings, gloves blacks. But a tremendous escape the blessed when you give the donkey and the donkey is chasing broken tethers and damage to enjoy in the square opposite the church and back to town.
To the screams echo throughout Mexico. And the mayor of cosalismo, José Antonio Ochoa, exit to the balcony, cries and covers his eyes. It immediately gave orders that are passed to the weapons the rebels donkeys tied by love, without falling off, and shot.
Unicorp
With the help of their white canes and a few sips, they were off, for better or worse, through the narrow streets of Tlaquepaque. They seemed to fall, but no, she supported him when he stumbled and swayed when she was supporting him. A two and walked two sang. Duettante voice sang together, in the same place in the shade of the same door. And with voice chastised recreated old corridos of the Mexican Revolution. I do not know which tool they used, I do not remember, maybe, a guitar. And after they passed the hat among the respectable public. And they lost preceded by their clubs, through the crowd in the sun, shabby, ragged, well hang on to each other, glued to each other, coming and going in the world.
The embrace of ever
not long ago that were discovered in the dry soil that was once the beach of the sump, Ecuador. And there are. There are in the sun for those who want to see these skeletons, a man and a woman, I embrace that sleep lovers for eternity, or rather, to be a bit more precise, from eight thousand years.
their beauty is surprising, since the bones so bad. And more more surprising is their modesty, that these lovers of Sump, forever embraced, asleep in the wind, are unaware that they have more grandeur and beauty of Iguazú Falls, or the Pyramids of Teotihuacan, or the fortress of Machu Picchu.
window on the body
The church says: "The body is a fault .
Science says: "The body is a machine .
Advertising says: "The body is a trade .
And the body says, "I am a party .
Eduardo Galeano
Life according Galeano:
Women
Children First Americans
Fútbolerias (first part)
Fútbolerias ( second part)
Amares Memories and forgetfulness
African Children
The nobodies
The rainbow land
Fear sends
Mapamundi
my word be raffled
World
