MEN SHOULD NOT MARRY

Men should never marry because I hear a lot about husbands and they all complain about wives. Wives talk too much, buy too much, talk and talk, are too lively, or too sulky.
All husbands speak ill of their wives. According to them they don't do enough, they talk too much and they talk too much.
Every husband is in love at the beginning of the relationship and then starts to see flaws and everything that is wrong with his woman. The woman is disappointed by this unexpected attitude but tries to continue the relationship because she loves him. Oh yes, women have a disproportionate love, more towards others than towards themselves and sometimes, indeed often, they cry secretly, they wait, they try to understand, they become hysterical or depressed.
Men should never marry because if they need a maid they can pay for it. So they avoid making their wives feel bad and always complaining about them. They should always give them flowers and chocolates and say nice things. Instead, love becomes a nuisance for them and they prefer to be with colleagues and friends, they prefer to go out for a beer or wine, and they go to play football but they never play with their children. Husbands would like all their wives dead but then if they die they feel lost and yet soon after they take a young girl and the wife is all but forgotten. Then let them get a girlfriend instead of a wife. But then the girlfriend also starts talking too much and making too many demands. The girlfriend spends too much and they start complaining about her too. Men should stay alone and never have children or wives.

GREEN LOVE

Never get married as a lover. If you are in love, do not get married because in falling in love there is no sense of reality. Only when you have realized that next to you there is a wretch, a child or a neurasthenic, a hysteric, only when his defects are no longer funny, but hateful, then you will really love him. You have to know how to fight, know how to have different ideas and instead many live by making a living, swallowing toads. Relational well-being cannot decide on everything, because if not, the risk is that we proceed out of hypocrisy, that is to go ahead repressing what are our own truths. In fact, many live trying to avoid the defects of the other: I know that there are some things that I cannot say so that in front of a defect of the other I am in apnea waiting for it to pass and for one of its qualities to re-emerge. True love is that which knows no conditions, it is that which starts from attraction, passes through affinity and arrives at the intuition that there is something indissoluble between you. We all have this intuition and it is necessary to have it both. You don’t come to marriage to have an indissoluble relationship, but to put a seal on what you feel between yourselves as indissoluble.

And do you know what leads us to love in a certain way and not in another? The pain we felt, that’s right. The times we felt invisible, the words that pierced us, the abandonments we suffered, the goodbyes we inevitably found ourselves saying, the deaths we had to witness, the insecurities we carry inside from time immemorial. So you see? How can you think that one wound can look like another? That we all have the same pain threshold? All that can be said about love is that vhi really loves does not enjoy spreading the edges of our wounds, does not wallow in it, does not cling to it. The rest, all the rest, is another story.

I sit on the wall, squeeze my legs and look at my knees, to see some peeling, some bruising … Nothing. The ugly thing about broken hearts is this: that you can’t throw hydrogen peroxide on them and blow them while the bubbles walk on the wound, that you can only hold onto the pieces. And there are no operations and there are no medicines that can put them back together, you have to keep your heart broken like this. Maybe that’s good. Nobody deserves my frailty. It would be too easy to see a person who is always strong and smiling, but when the demons come out and there you really understand who you are in front of. I will continue to fight alone. It hurts to show yourself to others. It’s not worth it.

I believe that the human being has animal behaviors, but also plant ones. The animal has cells that heal and close its wounds. However, if you cut a branch it does not grow again: a plant wound is definitive and the only thing we can do is cover it. This is why we find trees with cavities, inside which fungi are born that feed the trunk. In this sense, our heart behaves like vegetables. If you hurt it it doesn’t heal, and the wound stays open. What could happen is that new experiences cover that same wound with life

WEDDING DREAMERS

Perhaps later in time, this will become my wish for the future. Marry you and love you for the rest of my life. Making promises, and then spending every day of my life keeping them, never feeling the weight. I will not tire of your goodnight kisses, of waking up next to you every morning for 365 mornings multiplied by at least 80 years. 29200. They will not be enough for me yet. Then, you know, not a day will pass without me giving you a caress. I will never betray you, not even in a dream at night. And if sometimes I had to raise my voice, tell you things that could hurt you, know that a minute later I would realize and apologize. But if the first promise will be to love you to the end, in health and sickness, the second promise will be to always respect you. The third will be to never stop showing love to you, with any gesture, large or small. I don’t want you to hate me over time, maybe tired of small arguments or my temper, so the fourth promise will be that every day I will make you laugh, as I have done since the first day I met you. You will laugh and you will fall in love with me a little more, you will laugh and I will fall in love with you a little more.

You know, I would like to marry you, which is strange from me, said by the person least inclined to marriage, the one who thinks it is just a day of foolish fools, in which you spend far too much money and invite people with whom you may not be. has been going out for years, only to smile all day even when tired, a day in which those tearful speeches are made for which mothers, sisters, friends and girlfriends of friends are moved, while all men are limited to smile and applaud once finished, one day in which the couple dance a slow hug and everyone thinks and whisper: “How beautiful they are together”, as if they were more beautiful now, as if a white dress with a veil, a dinner for an army and a party worthy of a court gala could change everything, as if they loved each other more, as if only now they were a real couple. I’ve never believed in marriage, I’ve always been skeptical and indifferent to this subject, but now… it’s all different. For you I would wear that white dress, even if it will hold me like an anchovy and I will not wait to take it off, for you I would spend those 3 hours at the hairdresser and the make-up artist to have a wonderful hairstyle and a doll face, although they will last a few hours, especially after arriving home, to consume the wedding night, for you I would smile at all the guests, even those whose name I don’t remember, for you I would make one of those monotonous speeches about how much I love you and how much you want to spend the rest of my life with you, even if you know it very well and there is no need to tell others, for you I would do all this, for you I know it would be worth it. But once that day is over, do not expect something to change, do not believe that I love you more or that our life will be more beautiful, do not think that you will have the certainty that you will never abandon yourself, because marriage does not improve things. , it does not give certainties, it does not give any of this. I will love you more every day because I will know your every detail, every little comma that completes you, our life will be more beautiful because day after day we will always share new things and we will have many memories to relive, and I will never leave you because you will be there. man of my life, my companion in adventures, the love I’ve always dreamed of and will always want. Maybe I’m still against marriage, maybe it will never be my big dream like so many other women, but yes, I would marry you, I would marry you every day of my life.

Scientific studies show that even if gays get married You continue to live YOUR life Society does not disintegrate The Earth will not stop revolving around the Sun And above all there will be two more happy people in the world. If homosexuals can’t get married because it goes against your religion, you can’t eat cookies because I’m on a diet. We are two girls, who despite the various problems given by society, love each other madly. Many people today have stopped believing in a feeling as strong as love, because you know, love hurts, love carries responsibility, but almost no one is ready to let go completely. Well, we did it. In a dark moment of our life we ​​met and it was immediately, PURE LOVE. Just like you, we had lost hope, we no longer believed in anything, and instead then everything became so natural, so strong, that we wanted to get married. We know it will be difficult, we know everything, but for love you must never give up, especially when at your side you have a person who knows how to lighten everything. If you too are ready to fight, to mix, not to be afraid of anything anymore, follow us. Do not be afraid of your being, of always being yourself despite the difficulties and problems that this can bring. Do not be afraid to love, do not be afraid of the different, because love is always love, regardless of gender, regardless of the color of the skin. Fight for your rights, indeed! Let’s fight together for the rights we are entitled to. We are there, we exist, and we have the right to love each other and we respect everyone, so respect our love too.

Love. Be free to love whoever you want without the fear of being judged, reminding yourself that your happiness is more important. Love him or her without feeling guilty towards those who do not accept your love because they will not accept the real you. Love because it is the most beautiful thing in the world. You love letting people talk but gasp when they see your smile. Don’t think twice, those who truly love you will always be by your side. You know what? Fuck society, fuck stupid people who raise their finger only to discriminate, let’s leave them in ignorance and with a rotten heart, they are the ones who lose us. Love that it is everyone’s right and should not be taken away from anyone.

Two ways of dealing with the issue of homosexuality: if in France the bill that allows marriage has just been approved (before her: Belgium, Portugal, Holland, Spain, Sweden, Norway, Uruguay and South Africa) and adoption by gay couples, in Italy there is still discussion on how to refer to people who love people of the same sex. Rai did not broadcast the ad against homophobia “Yes to differences. No to homophobia “, of the Ministry of Equal Opportunities, because it contains the fateful words” gay “and” lesbian “. Aren’t they “polite” enough? Politically correct? Do they create embarrassment? Do they make the well-thinking blush? What is it, a secret taboo? Still??? They still create obstacles to love and then go to church and after the family dinner they go to the lover. But this is fine, this is accepted by everyone, despite the fact that it is a grave sin. But if we talk about gays then everyone against everyone. But do we live in a modern society or have we remained in the Middle Ages?

I would like to become a wedding planner. I would love to help couples, both gay and straight, to have an unforgettable day. Not so if there are courses in my part. I would very much like to advise in the choice of location and dress. I really like to see people happy. I don’t know, it could be a new path for my future. Every wedding is unique and for me it must be taken care of in detail. If I had to give advice to future spouses, it is precisely to avoid those who offer only standard services, which leave little room for imagination.

Our souls are linked to each other. Maybe they always have been and always will be. Maybe we lived a thousand lives before this one and in each one we met. And perhaps, every time we have been forced to separate for the same reasons. I know that in each of my lives I have gone in search of you. And I was looking for you, not someone who looks like you, because your soul and mine must always come together. And then because reasons that none of us understand we are forced to say goodbye. I would like to tell you that everything will be fine, and I swear I will do what I can to make that happen. But if we don’t meet again and this is a real goodbye, I know we’ll meet again in another life. We will meet again and maybe the will of the stars will have changed and we will be able to love each other enough to make up for all the previous separations.

A ROSE ON THE MOON

Do you know what you are? A rose. A beautiful rose. That people have not been able to handle well so far, they got points, points of those defects that you had not yet seen, and then you started trying to hide them; you are a rose who did not know you had thorns until too many people told her they had them, and for too much too long, long, she worried about those two or three thorns that hurt certain people, which were really nothing else what fools, unable to keep it well. You are a rose who has spent so much time looking at the thorns that you have forgotten how red and beautiful its petals are.

In the end, I always thought that people have to sweat it out. Come on, who do you want to get a beautiful thing without passion? I love to be there to gnaw for a kiss. Go home and stay with the fixed thought of “why he didn’t do it” or “why he doesn’t hold me”. It will be because I do not give myself. The beautiful part of me, the one that many talk about but of which no one really knows the essence, I do not offer. I will be exaggerating perhaps, but there are wounds that do not need to be touched yet. I don’t need pain anymore. And just as I love to win a caress, I want to make it conquer.

And this is perhaps the most beautiful part of you Rose, that you have an honest heart and you have a heart that is proud of you, a heart that many would like because it is not bought, it has no compromises, it is not for everyone, it is loyal, because it is a heart that gives space to a few, as you do. And whoever has even managed to enter there, in your heart, is a privileged one.

You sit down at the table. You look carefully at everything in front of you. You feel the cramps of hunger and the mind that constantly suggests you to eat. You are tempted to grab that piece of pizza, that slice of cake and then throw yourself headlong onto the tin of cookies and devour them one by one. But hold on. You promised yourself not to give up, you would never do it again, and so it was. Self-control prevailed and you didn’t allow yourself to be overwhelmed by temptation. You feel proud and proud, nothing is more satisfying than being able to control yourself and manage your hunger. There is nothing more satisfying than having what can kill you psychologically in front of you and not giving it the power to do so.

You looked at me
as if I was the thing the most beautiful in the world
and you healed me from the disease ugliest in the world:
fear not to be loved never again.

HITLER

Hitler is the nickname a husband 
uses to define his caring wife. 
A wife who has made sacrifices 
for many years. 
A wife who for many years has 
cooked, cleaned, tidied up, 
done laundry, raised her children 
by giving up her career, and having 
nothing but love for everyone.
Hitler is the name that defines 
her husband after so many years 
and just because she likes to 
arrange things, have a certain 
order and try to keep her personal
 space.
After so many years a wife who 
does not even receive gifts 
and who must also suspect 
her husband's virtual betrayal, 
hears him called her Hitler!