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Last night I had a dream intriguing, beautiful, deep, sensual, love, passion, desire ...

The reality is that, yes, I need myself a drawer full of tools, to repair to a reality that sometimes goes to pieces.

- "This distance is tightrope spasm .... This spell that steals, that unites us and divides us ... In vice of a pleasure, love, for us ... ENDLESS! Greetings ..... Monster ... "

So I understand.

It's been so long since I fall asleep happy.

On this day (Valentine) waves sweethearts were held your hand, there has been surprised or have received, maybe some have left, others were put together in this very day. Others promote the promise of year-end making love and hoping to never stop doing so (but the love with the same person? I wonder ...).

Surely there are those who hath been exchanged promises, oaths also, some day you will be married, others have signed up for a divorce. At the end there are those who have said: "I'll love you forever" and who "Stop, I do not want to fall in love." (For you friend to the party is the party of 15 but not a horned case of single party ..... what a strange coincidence mmmhhh !!!).

But in the end love is? It is nothing but a ride of emotions, conflicting, devastating, so clever of those emotions and judgments by the wind, with the assurance that if the only thing that will end remains is: the memory.

Those good times "after", when it is over, groped will do anything to forget.

But then you should stop loving memories of fear then?
Someone said:

- "I learned that the tears will help to grow. What memories do not fade ever. That the words in the wind hurt.

I learned more from that and get less. What ignore the facts does not change the facts. That the gaps can not always be filled. What great things you can see the little things. That the wheel spins, but now when you do not care anymore. That, nonostate all this, you never stop learning. "
F. Flight

take advantage of my coma-like state due to a broncho-pulmonary-turbo-mega pleuro-intolerant-spastic-allergy-lovers' holiday, to publish a post "Easy Way", which concerns a little research I have developed for you who love reading modern but also ancient.

Say a cross between a manifestation of narcissism and a great test of courage that shows the results of what I wanted to actually find and report on my diary.
To the delight of all my readers single and in love (so I know you read too) here's to you:

For the ancient Romans considered February was the month in which you are preparing the arrival of spring (believed to be the season of rebirth).
It began, therefore, the rites of purification: the houses were clean and there is sprinkled salt and a special meal. Towards the middle of the month began the celebration of Lupercalia (gods that kept the wolves away from cultivated fields). The
Luperi, the order of priests involved in this cult, went to the cave where, according to legend, the wolf had nursed Romulus and Remus, and here were making propitiatory sacrifices. The blood of animals was then poured through the streets of the city as a sign of fertility. The real "event" for the Roman youth at the time, however, was a kind of "fishing" of love.

In practice, the names of women and men (who adored this God) were placed in an urn and properly mixed, then a child chose at random a few couples who have lived for a year in intimacy so that the fertility rite was over. The next year would then be started again with other couples. In 496 AD Pope Gelasius canceled this pagan festival and replaced it with that of Bishop Valentine, who was martyred by Emperor Claudius II as united in marriage to young couples for whom the emperor had refused consent.
Before his execution, Valentine who fell in love with the daughter of his jailer, he wrote a last letter by signing it "from your Valentine " phrase that has come to our days.
Despite many centuries past, this festival has always maintained a sense of celebrating true love.

Reflection: time to decide if the love was not a naked man with wings and bow and arrows, but to unite in love was an urn with the notes, it was perhaps due to the fact that at that time had already figured that finding a soul mate was a business so difficult that it was almost easier to make the jackpot the lottery? Maybe the jackpot dry. Maybe a 6 to supernelotto ... however, little worth. Today the important thing is to wish all the couples (happy and not happy) to have spent a wonderful Valentine no intention of celebrate. Celebrating. Instead, all united in the days that pass between them.