That my hand which was always dear to you taking away the pains, making you feel calm and protected, doing to you pleasure and the company, it is still with you, take it and guard it with love. It will always help in all those moments where you will feel the need of me.
Never allow someone takes off the contact between us. Do not drop into oblivion who took care of you. Do not let the light of life changes direction, creating of you only shades of your shadow, because for someone the light that makes shadow is you
If I stay, It's because I do not care To suffer for you, I prefer to suffer than lose you. If I stay, It means that I have accepted All the negative about you, Your silence, your outbursts, your whims, Your loving and hating me, perhaps of gratitude. If I stay, It's because the love that binds me to you It becomes stronger than my life itself. If I stay, It means that I'm ready To face even bigger tests Of the old ones. If I stay, It means that I understand how you need me, howmuch alone you could be without real support. I stay, Helping you become an important woman. I stay, because I still trust in you for what you were with me. I stay, if you really understand that we two are one, a single entity, merged after years of incredible love.
Quando si descrive in forma poetica un accadimento, un avvenimento, un fatto di ordine sensuale o sessuale, la fantasia corre e porta spesso molto lontano. Ma se ci fate caso, tutto quello che si scrive, o per lo meno gran parte di esso, viene fatto al femminile, rivolto ad una donna: la pelle che brucia? Della donna. Il corpo che freme? Della donna. Lo spasimo? Solo della donna. Cioè, secondo certi, solo la donna ha queste sensazioni? L'uomo no? Ne siete certi? Io sostengo invece che anche il maschio ha fortissime sensazioni, magari non identiche ma molto simili, e mai volutamente descritte. Perchè? Perchè anche il maschio non fa cadere l'ultimo velo, dicendo davvero quello che sente, che prova? Perchè il maschio non può pubblicamente piangere per amore, per dolore, per rabbia? Perchè al maschio sembra negato dire apertamente "la tua mano che mi scorre sul torace mi fa sentire le pene dell'inferno, facendomi bruciare dentro ..." ? Io lo sto già facendo, e invito altri a seguirmi, non vi è nulla di male o da censurare, credetemi!
When you are describing in poetic form an event, an event, a fact of order sensual or sexual imagination runs and carries often far away. But if you notice, everything you write, or at least much of it, is done by women, pointing to a woman: skin burning? Woman. The squirming body? Woman. The spasm? Only of the woman.Is that, according to some, that only the woman has these feelings? The man has not it?Are we sure? I argue instead that male has very strong feelings, maybe not identical, but very similar, and never deliberately described. Why? Why even the male does not drop the last veil, saying what they really feel? Why male can not publicly cry for love, pain, anger? Why male seems openly denied to say "your hand running on my chest make me feel the pains of hell, making me burn inside ..."? I'm already doing, and I urge others to follow, there is nothing wrong or to censor, believe me!
