Why Do People Masterbate

The day he left, the dark air
the beings who inhabit the earth
off his fatigues, and I,
just getting ready to wage war,
against the road and against suffering
that evoke unerringly my mind.
(Divine Comedy, song II)

When there is no longer anything to lose, one attains peace. So he was John E. after a painful marriage separation. Suddenly he realized that the success and failure of things depended not only on his will or his mistakes such as gender was an issue because there may be two of one, even in bed have two bodies, is a subtle form masturbation and self-deception. There is also the feelings of masturbation, especially concluded (inferred) with the wisdom that gives the tear. Juan E. life has started again, when you think you had reached the zenith, the highest point in fact was found at the nadir, the most opposite pole. Even in this regard had been a disappointment. His beloved astronomy had not been kind to him. After all, the difference lies in how we look at the center of the universe.

The first feeling was of anger, bitterness and the second now, just now when he had no say nor do anything by the remotest of chances of returning to feel the body in the dark and feel fulfilled when the two reached its climax, there, with the certainty of death in life and the impending separation from her that will be with their children to distant and unattainable for him on the spot knew that peace is achieved.

It is obvious that the only price you pay is death in life. Death is no hope. Death is not having nothing more to feel or nothing more to vomit, anger, love or pain. While walking, going to work and sometimes even a smile often, Juan E. is dead. Maybe that's the price of having lived. Update


He drinks his coffee desperately against the window that filters the backlight morning on a day of agony autumn. Grey Street, gray in his soul. Baby with the urgency of knowing that you do not know what to do after drinking. Emptiness trying to hurry filled the soul with the void he felt since he was born and now more than ever, it pierces your soul like an abyss into another. But now he wonders more like this. I have nothing but a single color of the rainbow, and that vision even masking their exhaustion and old age. Suddenly stop drinking coffee in the Violets and walk slowly down the avenue trees which exhibit their claws to the sky, without a leaf, gray and broken. Direct their steps towards the river and choose a point where fishermen always take out their prey. It threw and while the muddy water full sight and exhaust air from his lungs with joy that I always think hate to fishermen, and now, thanks to him, to stop fishing at that site. Update II

"Autumn is the effect of Belgranense" was the unanimous opinion of the Cenacle Recova, which as we know, cordially detest the Violets, the rival bar.