32 Weeks Pregnant Belly Soreness

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comes the stream of consciousness to which I must give voice, one that, like a hurricane, destroying everything: the certainties, the illusions, the small joys kept.

If I write, is not to list the hundreds of books I have purchased or to describe the cavities that explored my tongue. If I write is only to destroy. Destroy the disorder, the weight of the discomfort I feel with unnatural punctuality in certain moments of life. I write to try to lighten this burden, to digest it and accept it as it takes a child "disturbed."

explain it makes no sense, nor is it useful, as is the search for the "perfect story" for a writer, is not it more interesting the psychological aspect of the protagonist?

Love. I can not read a word, a word that I dislike, too abused, laughed too, too confused, too abstruse. Love and Affection: two parallel worlds. Who loves the fight. And fight against the beloved, his bloodthirsty enemy. The affection protects, is aware of its limitations. How can any couple in the world, weighing a relationship as "just"? Why do I see the "complicated", where everyone lives the "peaceful"?

Because I see the situation joyous and fun (meeting in a family with lots of children), where boredom scares girls of all ages? And why, conversely, where I run the greenhorn left? Run away from nightclubs, bars, where girls drink all night, as if they were truck drivers, but to no purpose, no reason. As if I to experience the thrill of wine, sharing the crown him with the man.

But what a man really wants? A woman who is only the mirror of his gifts? The woman is the mirror of a man, Francesca Woodman wrote on a photo ...

'd rather be his diary, the page that rely on weaknesses, secrets, questions, doubts.

But we are too strong for all this, too insightful, too smart, too wise, too critical, too mature. Everything is fine until you bring out their muscles, the size of the penis, amatory skills. The rest may not even be there. For the problems we are friends (of which not even know the name), to show off kamasutra position the night before, there are four friends at the bar (of which I barely know the name), as proof of the Kama Sutra is to pg.50 girlfriend (and here you are wrong if the name is a real casino). And here is summed up the "couple type", to which all Zabetta gossip, then rediscover one of them ...

(photo by Francesca Woodman)