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Sunday, May 15, 2011
Maxi Moundschelseacharms
When you love too
Love is capable of the worst excesses, accepts all the torments, endure abuse, he becomes masochistic, humble, almost to beg for crumbs of affection. In front of me, one of the many emails from all over bring me drama, sorrow, little joy, rather concerns. Her name is Esther, lives in Barcelona. Works days caring for an elderly woman, fighting every night with a man that age than almost forty years.
Tortured by jealousy, that gentleman vilified, accused of imaginary infidelities, the treated like a slave. She absorbed, impregnated with sadness, is steeped in sorrow like a sponge. Tenderness to spare, I would deliver, but he meets a selfish male, then locked in deadly loneliness, feeling a sudden desire to die, go to my column by saying: "You've written a lot about what women feel condemned always omnipotent male blindness. " But once again I feel like St. Bernard's empty keg.
I'm not a psychologist, I find it hard to solve my personal problems, but always found in me an echo the voice of any person seeking to be heard. Esther is one of millions of females trampled, humiliated, unselfish enough to sacrifice his own life, but they deserve be respected. We should never repent of the love we watered and do not necessarily expect a refund. Autistic children, I decided to work with deserve tons of affection even when they fail to express their feelings, show apparently indifferent to the world around them, are locked in their pussy spiral. Creatures with Down syndrome give love moving strongly. I think the world is full of people who love or need watering loudly. In this world where violence prevails, the prevailing selfishness prevailing interests, we must join together tightly, forming chains of solidarity, saying I love you engage in once a day to any who needs to hear. We must "love until it hurts" (Mother Teresa) to all who cross our path. You can not imagine the amount of things we are waiting. Esther
any day you can choose to throw in the towel. Has plenty of tenderness but has no one to deliver it, because it is true to who tortures or kills with indifference. The living dead, fully complies with its own sense but is not reciprocated. Machismo, as social evil, reflects the tremendous insecurity of someone who feels inferior, you want to save the emotional or hierarchical control over a sex regarded as subordinate. The loneliness of the woman can get relegated be more painful than the cancer itself. Love is a feeling that needs to be reborn every day. Never reach it at all and for ever growing detail, hospitality, dies when it hits the pride, arrogance. It is time to return to tenderness, to banish hatred, multiply the dialogue. What else I can tell you, Esther? My love reach you even when you're ten thousand miles of physical distance. Loves but never lose your dignity. And do not kill yourself by anyone.
Tortured by jealousy, that gentleman vilified, accused of imaginary infidelities, the treated like a slave. She absorbed, impregnated with sadness, is steeped in sorrow like a sponge. Tenderness to spare, I would deliver, but he meets a selfish male, then locked in deadly loneliness, feeling a sudden desire to die, go to my column by saying: "You've written a lot about what women feel condemned always omnipotent male blindness. " But once again I feel like St. Bernard's empty keg.
I'm not a psychologist, I find it hard to solve my personal problems, but always found in me an echo the voice of any person seeking to be heard. Esther is one of millions of females trampled, humiliated, unselfish enough to sacrifice his own life, but they deserve be respected. We should never repent of the love we watered and do not necessarily expect a refund. Autistic children, I decided to work with deserve tons of affection even when they fail to express their feelings, show apparently indifferent to the world around them, are locked in their pussy spiral. Creatures with Down syndrome give love moving strongly. I think the world is full of people who love or need watering loudly. In this world where violence prevails, the prevailing selfishness prevailing interests, we must join together tightly, forming chains of solidarity, saying I love you engage in once a day to any who needs to hear. We must "love until it hurts" (Mother Teresa) to all who cross our path. You can not imagine the amount of things we are waiting. Esther
any day you can choose to throw in the towel. Has plenty of tenderness but has no one to deliver it, because it is true to who tortures or kills with indifference. The living dead, fully complies with its own sense but is not reciprocated. Machismo, as social evil, reflects the tremendous insecurity of someone who feels inferior, you want to save the emotional or hierarchical control over a sex regarded as subordinate. The loneliness of the woman can get relegated be more painful than the cancer itself. Love is a feeling that needs to be reborn every day. Never reach it at all and for ever growing detail, hospitality, dies when it hits the pride, arrogance. It is time to return to tenderness, to banish hatred, multiply the dialogue. What else I can tell you, Esther? My love reach you even when you're ten thousand miles of physical distance. Loves but never lose your dignity. And do not kill yourself by anyone.
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