Aphorisms after a barbarism

in #writing5 years ago (edited)


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Fifth warning. Complaint does not help, it self-destructs.

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In life there are many sages, they abound. They live daily, they express opinions in every space, they are worthy to admire, to have a thought for everything, many will say that they have defects but they are virtues and only they will know (because they practice it daily) if there will be something easier to blame. (?)

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Silence is a form of self-love. Without silence musicians would not exist, they would not have that space that defines life to have its sound design. Without silences there would not exist the voice of the bad poets that when listening to them, you understand that Neruda was not the best poet, silence is like a bed, the decision to give him love in the form of sounds or wanting an order for an ataraxy in the form of meditation.

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In life there are only two paths, one easy and one different. Perhaps the easy one is the most crowded:

Path one: blame (walked by the majority)

Way two: resist whatever happens (crowded by many people also that at some point a part of them decide to change lanes)

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They say that among the most exciting things is the mind, I think they have made a mistake. A mind full of knowledge without power will never excite more than a simple and beautiful naked body of pink breasts. What is really exciting is never the knowledge but the power that we may be able to exercise with that knowledge. Power is more exciting than anything, so much so that it makes us confuse it with the mind.

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The first word that was said in the whole universe... I would like to think that it was the word that I least understand: love. But I like to imagine that this word was to endure and that little by little it evolved until it reached resistance, which is a metaphor for the barricade that we have to prepare for life. Life is a daily blow that we have to resist, otherwise we will decide to die daily.

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To be a lover was the first profession, to emulate the sense of the forbidden fruit, to devour the sweetness and the freshness among the trees, to be lovers is to kiss our skins and even to make God invent another universe.

And as always I have to do at least one aphorism about something I don't understand:

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Love is synonymous with a math class. Surely it's beautiful to understand but you prefer to be part of other stories or invent theories like Einstein and still make people give you their love without you understanding it. Love is a song composed by a deaf person.

Thank you.

Image by Natalya Letunova (unsplash)

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