Remembering who we are

                                           If blackbirds fly forever                                            it will be our last time together.

I hate it when you write I hate the way you kissed me I hate it when you are so arrogant I hate when you ignore me I hate the way you told me the truth I hate the way I pretend I do not care about you I hate the way I think about you I hate the way you stared at me when we used to talk I hate being almost in a fictional way in love with you But the most hated thing that I hate about you is that I could never hate you as much as I would like to hate you. Odio la manera en la que escribes Odio como me solías besar Odio que seas tan arrogante Odio la forma en la que me ignoras Odio tu sinceridad Odio la manera en la que finjo que no me importas Odio tener que pensar en ti Odio como me mirabas fijamente cuando estabamos juntos Odio que me encantes tanto en un modo casi ficcional Pero lo que más odio de tí es que nunca podré odiarte como me gustaría hacerlo.

The other day i was sat with two friends of mine talking about whether true love exists or not, i was so convinced that it does shouting out loud saying “i actually believe in true love” and… suddenly the waiter appeared and told me “this is not true”. Was he seeking for an optimistic or a pessimistic response of mine towards him? I don’t know, but, actually, I don’t care. My intellect was working so quickly that i couldnt reply to him, i just smiled. What I really think is that individuals need love both inside mind and soul.  Can you stop thinking about love? Yes I can. So, it would appear as long as you stop thinking about it. It is like a mathematical problem… real love in days to come at the less expected hours. So let’s establish a parallelism: If it has to be seen as a mathematical matter, real love does exist. Something that needs to be counted as something exact must be real.  In fact, I’ve always thought that love is real as far as one feels it. If you feel...

I think society is a chain of interrelated individuals which are mutually dependent. Either men or women depend on each other. Women need men to give birth, men need women to be born. Children need either men or women to survive. Old people need other people to look after them. From this dry analysis of how society is structured it is worth knowing that everything has its own structure full of norms and constraints that determine individual’s functions. That’s life my friends.