Throu me a stone, I´ll paint it blue and red..

Do you love what I say ?
or what I do.
how I look like?
or how I´m.

Frustration attacked last night, and the one before......she won´t come closer.

The girls I like are often in love whit someone else, or they are trying to mantain a long term relationship, of course they like me, or I wouldn´t even try.....

What mazes me Is: how can they like anyone better than me?

My old mean boss says there are two types of girls:
the ones who want it always in, and the one who´d never have it out....

But this reduces too much the field and wouldn´t explain my situation.

But Gianca, a good friend of mine have a real dicotonomy and says there are two types of girls:

the ones who fucks and the ones who don´t.

The ones who like to fuck can have many lovers at once and live a man for another which sperm tastes better (I love you Gianca...).

Gianca takes his lovers as teachers, I rather like to be the teacher, maybe that´s a problem.

I think any girl can float between the two fases in different times, or stuggel between the two.
I see that many are convinced (I don´t know wheter by theyr feelings or beliefs) that true love is focalized on only one person.

I don´t know, in a group of people there is always only a girl that I like best, but really I dream and suffer on all of them ( if they are pretty enough) and when I move somewhere else whit other people my thoughts and passions comes along in the moment.

I´d take as example the countryside, when you live in a small society you may fall in love really whit anyone, from the only pretty girl in the village to the uglier one whit bigger boobs, or even a real cow......

Moving at twenty whit your blonde girlfriend to the city, may put your true love in danger.

Sometimes, walking in the city I like to think on all of them, circling in my head as stars moons and planets, whit different brightness and gravities, some far away and some, right before my eyes.

Redoundant Echoes

Yesterday I was at the call center.
I was talking whit some dude in england when a malfunction in the line occurred and i could hear my own voice speaking, curious and vain as I´m, I started listening at it while the survey litany went automatically out of my mouth.
It was so beautiful and empty, me talking senseless words and listening my electronified echo, the guy enlisting the most popular videogames on XBOX and my hand writing down all he said the same as one hundred previous times. At the end I thought... Maybe if i listen at what I say whenever i speak, only pure words would come out ,not filtered by any kind of thought.
My attention is too much on reactions.
Listening is wiser as speaking, and now I understand why.