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The hysterical are the best! Ema

Last week I received several PPS which dealt with women. Than who was the inventor of the "women's liberation" that the problems we have to stay in shape, one from a friend Eng (as well put it) was a demagogic attack on what men would do without us ...

Thinking on Thursday that was when I went to a lecture on fuzzy logic was an engineer friend. That meant getting home at about 22 to make dinner and transform in housekeeper.

And I said, "change the conversation by being quiet in my house since early? Not crazy I was, I replied.

permanent Would you change diets and the gym to get fit by sitting at home and resign myself to the rolls as I sent a lasagna? Would it change have been aware of the new materials they are working at Imperial College in London to know the cats turn to fight on TV? Would you change to see the novel in the afternoon to see the robotics laboratory at the University Carlos III of Madrid? Would you change gray hair by not having to endure the color once a month? Would you change to get up later (even if one of the things I hate most in the world is up early) having to travel as tujes to downtown every day?

NO, NO, a thousand times NO.

will tell me that women now add tasks instead of sharing, we have a lot more stress, we suffer heart disease, we're exhausted. And it's true. But we had to pay a cost. Nothing is free in this life.

Without making value judgments (I am also a little demagogic and want to stay right with God and the Devil), I think women in general have grown by leaps and bounds. We do not take charge of our home and our children, can be transformed into real beast when it comes to defending. We study and we train. In general we support our partners to help it grow when we can and if not, do a million things. In fact, when cultural tours, trips to the theater, courses, including meetings of their own and most are single women. Men, by contrast, tend to stay in homely clothes strewn on the couch watching the game on TV. Is it better? I do not know. Only an empirical observation.

But woman, I think that we can do all what we intend!

And let's not fuck with metaphysical ridiculous pose ...

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want to write for days. But the blank screen I think a sea impassable and words elude elusive.
need your arms. I feel you near. You light the fire in me. I imagine your body and I want to ride with my desire. I tangled my fingers in your chest. I would like feel your breath on my skin. I'm hungry for your touch.
I know: your world and mine are difficult to unite. And I know that reality is. Sometimes I feel an irrepressible passion and wish that I possessed unchecked, we could realize our fantasies (more mine than yours, honestly). Others, however, I feel scared and fled like cowards. On these occasions remind Sabina: "I believe that the desire to Sade the brakes feel terrible" and I know he's right. But I can not with me.
also acknowledge that there is much ratoneo, imagination, much to want it that way.
See? I am unable to spend much time with his feet on earth.
Many things changed this last time, and sometimes not even recognize myself. I'm trying to learn to live with all these new sensations that I can not fail to feel but not flooded and I know how to handle.
There are so many things I want to tell you! Maybe one day, face to face, to do so. But there is time, and I am of not trying to fulfill your dreams ...

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Fabian left a comment in my previous post. With my near-zero power of synthesis started to answer and, as it was a little long, I chose to include it here.

Freddie says already in the beautiful song that I included: "Just one year (in this case, one week) of love Is Better Than a lifetime alone ...". Who cares if the photos are placed early sepia? Personally, I always brings a smile to find one of those photos in a drawer in the middle of quilombo daily. Well you say, a nice feeling. A nice Marquita among the many wounds of war.
already lost hope of finding the man of my life. I seek no longer anyone to grow old together. I think I could not bear to have someone every day in my bed when I'm tired from scratch or everyday problems. In these conditions, these moments are havens of peace to help me forward.
Given the above, I will answer your question.
Maybe in my adolescence, when hormones were rioting, the important thing was the passion. But at this point it just does not reach me, which does not mean I do not like. Put it this way: passionate sex is like a cake: I like and enjoy. But if the sweet filling more like it. And if I put up some strawberries, is an almost perfect cake. With sex it's the same: to reach orgasm is nice. But if you add a bit of attention from the two is better. And if we add a little romance the night is perfect.
Argentines in general (not talking about Latinos, because in Cuba the deal you gave me was different) have an attitude of "Baby, come to teach you", worried about their sexual performance and feeling are not enough men if women do not enjoy. The Saxons, however, are more gentle, more gallant, more concerned about sharing that males show what they are.
party at this point I feel that the other cares. I do not care if the relationship lasts a year, month, day shift or a hotel, or if we lie shamelessly eternal love. But I want this time is ours. I show that I'm more than a hole in the crotch where do acrobatic feats to tell friends at the bar. We exchange a few words in addition fluid. Let us enjoy ourselves as well as satisfy a biological need.
is true that Argentines are more fiery and more distant Saxons but, as you asked my opinion, definitely vote for the latter.

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Just yesterday I had a little time since my arrival in Buenos Aires to write. I started a cute story that will probably end up in the following days. But I could not follow. Other things occupied my mind and here the story. Those who abstain are a bit down anymore.

The day I arrived in Buenos Aires, and without even leaving the airport, my parents told me that my youngest son was admitted to a neuropsychiatric disorder. The shock was strong. But as two years ago that we were in trouble, did not cost me too much overlap.

My family was always responsible, serious and common sense of the group, a role that I have absolutely repodrida.

While I was not, everyone rolled up his sleeves and did what he had to do. When was the workhorse all washed hands and put me in charge, obviously with my consent. It's my son, and wanted to take charge.

two weeks ago that I keep running after three (because it is my only son, and others, although the banking, deserve no less).

retrospect, it was a bad experience: Finally, after two years, give me a coherent diagnosis. It is a personality disorder that has to do with the psychological and psychiatric not what (not if it is better or worse). In these 3 weeks was an incredible change and making strides. Hopefully it stays that way.

I removed many prejudices psychiatric facilities. I feared that what had tabletting in a horrible place, and it was not so: the place looked like a spa, gym, shops, a games room. He said the food was excellent. And only went to 1 tablet per day, which was what I was taking.

But I also learned other things that might have preferred to ignore.

First, I realized who cares even a little. For example my friends Claudia and Fabian sent me some mails or text messages. I did not need more than that to know they were, and that only made me much good. Another

person, said to my good friend did not call me all week. But on Thursday afternoon agreed, and made a hurried call. He asked, as it should be, how was my son, tell me then I had to go on Friday to the business of a mutual friend that I would clear my head a lot of good, and could I go get the daughter to the car, go look at it and go together. I replied that I intended to go, but each one by his side.

understand that many do not mind my son, because I do not know too much. I also happens. But I care if my friend, I send a little message "che ... VOS how you doing?" Another

of the things I learned is that everyone knows what to do, but no one rolls up. Everyone gives advice not only asked but are supremely ridiculous and I break the balls, which is why I discussed with several.

But most curious of all, I just realized I'm all alone, as usual (not that there is no one around). I always managed that way, and I guess that will always be so. And yet, I'm not alone, but I feel safe, quiet, firm in my belief and, above all, I feel I made a good living with myself.

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One year of love

Ema had made many efforts to make the English course "in situ".
took the plane with high expectations, glad I succeeded.
The residence which was kept really comfortable but a little off center. But train service was excellent and it took half an hour to get to class.
Although breakfast at home, was always to school early, and had taken the habit of drinking a coffee in the cafeteria of the place while reading the newspaper.
The course was really helpful, stimulating, interesting. Conversations with people from other countries and cultures she loved. Not only was learning English, but was aware of other life forms.
From the beginning Ben had noticed that one of the teachers treated her with deference. But not much attention because he was much younger than her and if not disliked, it was not his type. Monday
The second class was on love, phrases, emotions, places of meeting. Ten minutes before the end, had to write a letter. Without much inspiration, Ema wrote things like "You get to start the fire in me" "I'm hungry for your touch", "need to feel your breath on my skin" or "I love to travel around your body with my fingers," listening the advice he had given a friend a while back.
In all, Ben chose to read his letter in public, and Emma felt horror as he visibly excited, a fact corroborated by all present. She was red as a tomato and did not know where to go, when it came time to finish the class.
While others left the room Ben came over and whispered "I love the Argentine style, and left.
She was quite disturbed, although the situation made her feel good and spent the rest of the day with a smile. If I was to be honest, I was delighted to produce this reaction.
The next morning was taking the usual coffee when he saw him coming. He sat at his table and talked for a while. The language was hardly an impediment.
Every night school organized social activities, and that night would be a tasting of beers in a nice pub nearby. Ema hitherto had not gone to these activities because they were generally quite theater trips expensive and also did not understand English well enough to follow a complete work. But this was different, and gave him the chance to meet new people. So when Ben asked if he would, she did not hesitate to answer yes. Imagining
(or willing) to have a special night, Emma looked carefully inside and outside her clothing and perfume. Arranged her hair, makeup, and headed to the pub.
The place was beautiful. Typically English, with the dark paint, soft lights, ornaments in gold, wood. Both inside and on the sidewalk, enjoying the warm night had many people trying out different kinds of beers served there. Ema
approached a group of acquaintances who were talking animatedly. It felt good because he had become very good friends with a lot of new people from different countries and different cultures. I really enjoyed those talks. Ben
arguing heatedly with Hector, a English, which of the two empires (English or British) was larger. Ema felt funny how each one revealing its idiosyncrasies: a Hector was foaming at the mouth, grinned, and gave millions of arguments. Ben, phlegmatic as good English, just said, without further gestures that did not agree. Ben proposed
Rato after a walk. Without greeting anyone and he Ema left the pub towards the park.
In an attitude that greatly surprised, Ben took the waist as they walked. The British tend to keep their distance, so she did not expect.
walked under the trees in the park. They kissed, chatted a lot, laughed. They walked enjoying the wonderful night that Julius had given them ... and decided to find a less public place where you can get more comfortable. I undressed alone
urgently. Were covered with eyes, fingers, tongue. Is possessed with a passion. They loved each other wildly until their sexes were found in a rhythmic dance. They continued having sex until they fell asleep, exhausted.
morning found them arms, satisfied. Turned to love in the shower while the warm water ran their bodies and had breakfast together before going to school.
Although no one made no comment, Ema tried to maintain composure in the college. I did not want to be the center of the gossip of others. And although Ben understood this position, did not seem very concerned about the gossip.
was a few days to complete the course, and not squandered. As Ben worked until 4, Ema took advantage of the afternoon to stroll through the city he loved, to pick up her scent, to do some shopping. And they were in the early evening, they dined together, walking in the West End, and they loved each other passionately.
's all over at last, and this was no exception. Lied last night that would be written, that they would be. But there lies it's nice to be believed. Ema
returned home to prepare the bag without turning.
next morning took the train to the airport with your luggage, your bag and travel bag he had bought. Move all those belongings was nothing easy.
When I tried to download everything that train someone from behind said, "Shall I help you?" And she immediately recognized the voice.
- How are you here? "She asked.
- It's Saturday, and wanted to come to say goodbye, "he said. Ben
helped send the luggage, then took the last coffee. Accompanied her to the door of migration and returned to say goodbye. Before leaving, Ben kissed her hand, as a duke.

- Guacha, you ate a dick! "Said her friend Sandra to hear the story.
- Yes, nothing important ... lied Ema.