« Come diavolo fai a dire che ami una persona sola, quando al mondo ce ne sono milioni che potresti amare molto di più, e la sola stronzata che ti fa parlare è il fatto che non le conoscerai mai nella tua vita... L'amore è una forma di pregiudizio, you love what you need. "This is the
Bukowski thought. If they agree? In part. The first concept is right, absolutely right: I do not believe in the soul mate, I do not think the other half of the apple, I do not think that on this planet there is one and only one person with whom it is possible to experience something so great as can be a love story. But the second half of the sentence does not agree. To me love and need have to travel separately, they are two things that must be distinguished from the beginning. Any thing you need, you can not love. When you need something, is not love: it is addictive. It is often difficult distinguish between the two, often, very often, it is inevitable to believe that love, to love, when instead you end up exclusively for employees. From what? Officials from the moments you live, and above all they share, with the other person, dependent on the ability of that person to be there always to be ready to listen, to always be there at the right place at the right time, as the umbrella in the day rain, as the breeze on a sultry day, as a distributor when you have the fuel warning light lit by miles and miles. If you need a person, if you start being addicted to this, that person can never love her. You can never enjoy that person, simply because at that moment you're touching the peak of your selfishness. Those who live such a relationship, it is because it receives from the other person, what the other person can convey, makes me feel good he (or she) himself. Maybe that's why I can no longer to fall in love. Maybe that's why I'm seriously starting to realize that, after all, love in the true sense of what I mean, I never have been. Because I've learned not to need anyone. Cause I saddle myself. But after arriving in this reasoning an interesting paradox: what if I fail to fall in love because I want a girl who does not really give me what I want, but rather one that gives me what cui ho bisogno? Forse sarà questo. Forse sono un utopista, e anche un po' presuntuoso, forse semplicemente un po' coglione, nel pensare che in amore non debba esistere il bisogno. Che non si decide di amare, ma che capiti. Che tu possa amare una persona semplicemente perché ti piace quella persona, perché ti piace quello che vivi istante per istante, perché ti piace come tu sei quando stai con lei. Perché a rendere unici quei momenti e quelle sensazioni sia proprio il fatto che potrebbero restare tali e non tornare mai più. Forse ho bisogno di qualcosa, di qualcuno. Forse tutti ne abbiamo bisogno. So solo che se è così, io di cosa, e quindi di chi, ho bisogno non ne ho idea. Io mi ostino a cercare una persona che risponda silenziosamente and his gestures, his looks, with her smiles, because all of these. Maybe the secret is right there: you fall in love when you really do not find who you were looking for, but she finally found someone who was looking for you. Perhaps love is not who is the explorer and launches the search for the Promised Land. Maybe those wins, however, makes it the remote island, florida, blooming at the same time wild and impenetrable, which has yet to be discovered. And what can be discovered only by those who can look really, using your heart and dreams as a compass as maps. Or perhaps, finally after all these menate, I will find someone without a compass, maps, nothing, if not a bit 'ass, a little' case. Who knows. I'm not in the north, not south, not the East, not the West: I just, I'm here. Waiting for you, that sooner or later you will know me.
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