♥♥♥ Love Is A Precious Thing

It Is A Feeling That

Makes Your Heart Sing...

Whether You Are Far Or Near

It Is Like Whispering In My Ear...

When You Find True Love

It Is Something You

Keep Within Your Heart ♥♥♥

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Lσνє Fσя уσυ ιη ѕσмєσηє'ѕ єуєѕ.

why, creator must it all reach man through the lie of knowledge as long as it is not given so that man knows it?

it is precisely because in order to bring to light the vanity of this world that runs towards death once it has been tainted through a s*xual act? how much death is there in as*xual act that leads to the birth of a new life?

in the s*xual ct we will find the birth of death that will come with the creation of the being. there is not a being that has no death because everything that exists also dies and everything that dies must have lived in order to die, as mortality has in it as much life as life has death.

where will we find in this world the gate of death if not in the gate of life, in the s*xual act, as we will find the gate of life exclusively in death because only in reference to it can life still be itself with its image of destiny included.

then can we know where death begins?

death begins from the first looks, the first whispers of love, from the first kisses, caresses and s*x, when the being feels it shivers from the worm wind of the moments that gently wraps it and it wants not n o lose the life of so many ancestors whose bones are in present breath of the being.

man’s subconscious transmits that it in only through s*x that he will be able to stay along with the bones and flesh of its ancestors by maintaining life that is merely a prelude of death. then the being will vibrate loving and longing for a partner of opposite s*x trying to understand the s*xual impulse that dominated him but without being able to relate it to love because this in only possible when he knows the truth about the being and it is hidden somewhere in his sacred self.

the truth on the birth of a new death lies in the s*xual orgasm and it will be brought to this world as an offspring, following its path to the grave just as his forefathers, with blood and sweat, with hard work, despair and happiness, with fulfilment and tears.

and this way the first kiss is born, the first flower is offered, along with the first stanzas from a poem of the sacred self.