Two women talking:
The first one, single and lyrical, says:
- Sex and love are the samething ...
The other one, married and practical, replies:
- No! They are not the samething ...
Yes, no, yes, no... a fresh controversy was born to the seaside... Love... sex...
I began asking friends and friends, but nobody knows exactly. We just know that the two categories fuck, tending sometimes to hypocrisy or cynicism...
No one knows what came first: the chicken or the egg...
I realize that the most subtle one defends love, as something "higher". For the most practical, sex is the only concrete thing.
So, here you have my own opinion about this issue:
Love has a garden, a fence, a project...
Sex invades all. Sex is against the law...
Love depends on our desire, it is a building we have constructed...
Sex does not depend on our desire... Our desire is that is taken by it. Nobody masturbates for love... Nobody suffers of horny... Sex is a wish to appease love. Love is a kind of retrospective gratitude for the pleasures of sex...
Love comes after... sex comes before...
In love, we lose the head deliberately.
In sex, our head loses us...
Love needs thought...
In sex, the thought disturbs... only the fantasies help.
Love dreams of a great redemption...
Sex thinks only about bans...
Love is a desire to achieve completeness, plenitude...
Sex is a desire to get satisfaction with finitude...
Love lives of impossibility always sliding forward...
Sex is a desire to end the impossibility...
Love can hinder sex. But the contrary does not happen...
There is love without sex, of course, but will never enjoy together...
Love is ownership...
Sex is possession...
Love is home...
Sex is home invasion for robbery...
Love is narcissistic, even when it speaks about "donation"...
Sex is more democratic, even living in selfishness... Love can be medicine or poison... Sex too - all depending on the positions adopted...
Love is a text...
Sex is a sport...
Love does not require the presence of the "other"...
Sex at least needs a "helping hand"...
There are certain "loves" that not even need a partner, can flourish alone, for loneliness and for madness... Sex, no - it's more realistic...
In this sense, love is a pursuit of illusion...
Sex is a brute will to truth...
Love comes from within, sex comes from outside... Love comes to us and delays...
Sex comes from others and goes away...
Love is blues tunes...
Sex is rock and roll...
We are not victims of love, just of sex...
Love, if not eternal, it was not love...
Love invented the soul, the eternity, the language, the morality...
Love has something of ridiculous, pathetic, especially in large passions...
Sex is quieter, like a cowboy - when his bravery goes away, he comes and eats...
People say: "Make love, not war", but sex wants
war!!!...
Hate kills love, but hate can turn sex on...
Love is selfish... Sex is selfless...
Love wants to overcome death...
In sex, death is there, ready to come ...
Love speaks a lot, but softly, gently, and can not explain itself...
Sex screams, groans, roars, but does not explain itself either...
Sex has always existed - since the caves of paradise , up to the relax saunas for men.
On the other hand, love was invented by provincial poets of the twelfth century and then revived by the American cinema...
Love is prose... Sex is poetry...
Love is woman... Sex is man...
Love seeks a certain "greatness." Sex dreams with the "lower" parts..
The danger of sex is that we can fall in love...
The danger of love is that it can turn into friendship...
With condoms, safe sex there...
But no condom for love. Love dreams of purity...
Sex needs sin...
Love is the dream of single ones... Sex is the dream of married ones...
Sex needs novelty, surprise...
"The great love is felt only with jealousy" (Proust).
Sex and love are even trying together to get away from death... Or not... But...
Does it matter?
parts of the chronic by:
Arnaldo Jabor
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