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Monday, February 9, 2015

Hunger for love



What have we seen out there ??? Ballads filled with beautiful girls, with more and more micro and transparent clothes.
With their dances and poses in gynecological close-ups, increasingly siliconized, bodies sculpted by plastic surgery, as if they went to  the supermarket and asked the court of the meat as they wanted but ... they come to the dancing alone and leave alone ...
Businessmen, lawyers, engineers, analysts, and others who have studied and studied, worked, achieved professional success and... alone ...
There are women hiring man to dance with them at dances, the brand new "personal dancer,"... amazing!
And it's not just sex!  Not at all! If it were, it would be  resolved easily. Anybody doubts? Sex is in the classifieds of newspapers for sale, on street corners, anywhere, but just sex!
We are lacking to stroll hand in hand, giving and receiving affection, without necessarily having to  show incredible performances of an Olympic athlete in bed ... gym sex. . .
We lack making dinner for who we like and then find out that we will "just" snuggle and cuddle to sleep, not worrying about the kabbalistic positions ...
You know... those simple things, we lost in this crazy march of a blind evolution.
We became machines, and we are now desperate for not knowing how to get back to "feel", only that something so simple that every day is so far from us ...
Who doubts what I'm saying, take a look at the social networking sites "g+", "facebook" and many others. Take a look at the number of communities like: "I want a love for life", "I am to marry!", "to the hopeless, "I was born to live alone!"...
Bringing thousands, I mean, millions of lonely people in a crowd of more and more strange faces, plastics, almost ethereal and inaccessible, if we look at their pictures of sometime ago, we can be sure that they are not the same people, beautiful women plasticizing and maiming themselves on the behalf of such "beauty" ...
We are have been living longer and longer, we retard aging, and realize every day women and men with dolls faces, no wrinkles, trapped smiles and increasingly alone ...
I know I sound like the unhappy bachelor, but I am not ...
To get to write this nonsense (more than true) I had to have the courage to face the ghosts of forward and accept this truth with a straight face ...
We all want to have someone by our side, but nowadays it is judged as ugly, out of fashion, corny, prejudiced families ...
Hello everyone!!! Do happiness, love, all these emotions make us look ridiculous, fool? But so what? Be ridiculous, but be happy and not  frustrated ...
Be embarressed, cry to the world and talk about how you feel, show your love!
You will find out that sooner or later the time to be happy is short, and every moment that goes away will never return ...
Note that person who passes by you on the street today, you may never see her again, or maybe that person you have never imagined but can be the love of your life... And maybe you lost the chance of smiling together ...
Who said that being an adult is to be grouchy?
You can be a businessman and eat yogurt with your finger, watch cartoon, laugh at silly and not let to be a successful professional, who loves to laugh at yourself for being clumsy ...
The wind can not undo our hair?  We have to want our wife wearing makeup for 24 hours, and she has to have the body as the "sexy" women in fashion, and also of playboy magazines? I doubt a true men want a woman like that to live by his side, to be the mother of his children... Ok we like to look sexy women, and imagine the delicious, but that's it... and smart women understand it.
I want an intelligent woman by my side. We will have good and bad times and maybe sooner or later, one of the two, or maybe both, will want to jump out, but if I do not ask her to stay with me, I'm sure I'll regret for life "...
Why to be afraid to say "I love you", "stay with me"? Do not care about the opinions of others! Be happy!
Better being a stupid for some people than being unhappy for yourself!

Arnaldo Jabor





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