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Confession🔥 (Español 👇) I haven't talk here about my endless love. It is my forever passion,overwhelming and is devouring my entire been. She is immense and my passion does not matter to her. At least not yet. She barely knows I exist when I achieve a confession from within her: She is Science. ( Reader, please don'tgo!🎶) When reading my previous Post some can imagine that Literature is my wife. But no, she is the lover. Science has power over me but it does not exercise it with tyranny and only asks for my attention if my attention wants her. I betrayed her occasionally, with Literature, but they both know that I am dying of love from just figuring out a theorem or observing a yeast cell in detail under a microscope. I try to never put them in the same room and in this Post they are crossing their sights mad. One is requiring me to be precise⏱️, the other wants my language of madness.👅 And I, a poor mortal with a finite time.. I ask them both a time in the earth twice as long as my turn, to love them both completely. I just need that: double time and some coffee. Literature tells me "Of course" and rearranges my neurons with a trick in such a way that time, for a while, looks as it doubles itself.. But Science awaits me upon my return, she smiles maliciously while she offers me a coffee and consolation: a tender kiss full of questions. (Excuse my indiscretion but, who is your spouse.. and who is your affair?) -------- 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙁𝙀𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉🔥 No les he hablado de mi amor de siempre. Mi pasión continua, avasallante y devoradora. Es inmensa ella y mi pasión no le importa. Por lo menos aún no. Apenas sabe que existo cuando le arranco una confesión de ley de sus adentros: Es la Ciencia. ( No se vayan!) Al leer mis Post anteriores algunos pueden imaginar que es la Literatura mi esposa. Pero no, es la amante. Ciencia tiene el poder sobre mi pero no lo ejerce con tiranía y solo pide mi entrega si mi entrega la requiere. La traicionó ocasionalmente, con Literatura, pero ambas saben que muero de amor de solo descifrar un teorema u observar al detalle una levadura al microscopio. Apenas las pongo juntas, y en este Post andan mirándose atravesado. La una requiriendo que sea preciso⏱️, la otra que le enseñe mi lengua de locuras.👅 Yo, pobre mortal de tiempos no infinitos les pido el doble de tiempo que me toca, para amarlas completo a las dos. Solo eso requiero: tiempo y algo de café.☕ Literatura me dice "Por supuesto" y me reordena neuronas con un truco, que el tiempo, por un tiempo, se duplica; y Ciencia me espera a mi retorno, sonríe maliciosa mientras me brinda un café y de consuelo: un beso tierno lleno de preguntas. ( Disculpa indiscreción, ¿Y tu espos@ y amante quienes son?) *** Free image from pixabay.com

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