Deadly sins, lust

There are few pleasures that can be compared. That’s a plus sum absolute sensuality, peak contact.

Sex is sweating diamonds, it’s touching the insides of Venus and shooting stars from the meat cannon. Sex is hoisting your family’s flag to the highest point in the universe. There are things that sex fixes, there are wars that have happened because of it. sex, death and life, that’s sex.

It is the border between Heaven and Hell. Sex, sex, sex, there are those who only think about it. But it’s much more than that, the value is in what. And it is this hypersexualized society in which sex is a caricature, but the solution is not to cut the root, but to heal the tree. Lust swarms freely beneath the attacking opaque glow hearts of poor devils sick with loneliness.

Because lust separates us, distances us, turns us into puppets made of flesh, tendons and fat. That seed, that parasitic mistletoe, manages to occupy the most intimate part of our being, weakens and alienates us. A lustful person looks for ash in the trigger a pleasure alien to sperm.

A voluptuous person in peace after orgasm finds refuge from the cruelty of abandonment. That’s why he returns to her, that’s why he longs for her voice. Because Lady Lust has honey in her mouth and poison in her skin. And while walking, erotically, along the avenue, she raises her voice to call the one who is looking for her. Because lust is a trap, a distraction trick. Because the pleasure of uncertainty is greater than the regret of a bleeding stab wound.

And the tension of that discomfort falls into the same reality as all the sins seen before. Happiness is born from disciplineit is the missing piece, the missing link in the long chain of coincidences that complete sex.

And this is not a church homily or a evangelical apology. These writings, these thoughts, I want them to be read as they are, just the thoughts of an amateur, the thoughts of a restless sleepless night.

These speculations show that the veil forbidden, that aura of mysticism, that surrounds certain questions, is false, a lie repeated a thousand times that prevents us from discovering the hidden spaces that complete them. It’s a reality, sometimes fear drives us it shows cowardice and to save our skin from the judgment of our head, we give a new value to the terrible darkness of the abyss.

Reflections of the old authors, anonymous copyists and forgotten translators are not set in stone, nor vetoed by the parties interpretations of the masses, are nothing but traces of social poetry, leaves of global culture. But if Fighting the urge to escape, if we attack our prejudices, we can discover a ocean of possibilities, hidden universe of truth under the nose hair.

It is the only option, with a broken world, missing morals, ethics and values, surrounded the dirtiest decadence, we just have to learn from the classics, remember what traditional and adapt it according to future. Because what was rearranged yesterday is formed tomorrow. But the skills to cope with such a task are persecuted, for this reason we are bombarded with lust on the nets, it is dangerous for those who are to sit comfortably on the thrones of control, that the population thinks about what was and finds in it the memory of the true form of those who hide behind the veil.