If I titled the post "The cat number 14" I would be an unforgivable peasant, subject dell'ignobile charges of Don Juan.
hate Don Giovanni and his indifference anaffective and I hope it is not exactly a lout, a jerk, perhaps yes, but I prefer the word idiot, nell'accezione dostoevskiana of the term.
But let's move on.
First of all eyes read the two words made of fragmented lines, fugastra cat, for a miracle that all human sounds that evoke, in fact, because the images are read and no one is telling me. Just as when dreaming, or hear a talk about music, in truth we only images because we do not hear real sounds. There is another path, and that of the acoustic images that small children do when they are not yet well developed view, producing images even if they only see shadows and highlights. It seems clear that the reason has nothing to do with our ability to imagine and picture that the word has a meaning vastly different from the word figure, although many overlap the two terms. Conscience and reason, that come much later in the first months of life, are bound to figure things manifest. The fantasy, the feelings and sensitivity are linked instead to the body and the ability to imagine, forming long before the reason is the very foundation of human identity. Fuck off then the Western logos and lie in the beginning was the word. Now I repeat it ad nauseam, the principle is the image.
Well Having said that I can let go of a slur on the cat fugastra, thanking a new friend who has left these two little words, a mo 'tail that disappears around a corner, in a comment on this blog.
will be the fate of boy who always forces me to engage in the difficult and almost impossible undertaking to discover the female image, but in the end to find out that I do not really need men, which to me does not say anything new, we fend women, it is up to them. If
rant of a cat with fugastro
narcissism would be a disaster.
But for me the Cat fugastra is quite another thing, because men and women are not mirror images, but a perfect fit oxymoron that says the same but different. And we know that the reason, with its binding to the figure shows, has never managed to understand each other a happy club. Whereas the intelligence of the imagination has found that equality is in the birth, because we are all born the same way and in the same way we play our first image. Then, when we realize that physical reality is different, the streets are separated and their desires take the form of the other for the simple fact that the desire for equal does not exist, because it is not desire but denial and cancellation of different by itself. And the desire
flees and turns all the time, stirring our hearts looking for changing that object that originates in the very first and undefined image that was formed at birth.
We want us to seek peace, if we are honest we will admit that there is no peace except for a brief moment of that kiss and looks, bodies wrapped in sublime attempt to create that image in movement that is making love .
Without the image it looks for a more beautiful or you die. And like the great painters paint the same picture, with different scenes, hopefully deeper.
Some will say, yes, but what does the image of the cat fugastra?
Well, who can not hear sounds, see hidden and invisible images that is well devoted himself to painting the cones, colored sometimes if I have something that looks human, useful for a chat.
FAUST
And you want me, poor wretch? They
, your like, including never
the human mind when it tends to high? You have not sazino
dishes, you
red gold that runs
away between his fingers like quicksilver?
A game where you do not ever win?
A girl and I embrace
already face the eye to another?
glory, divine pleasure
flying away as a meteor?
Let me see the fruit before grasping it, is rotten,
revive the tree every morning.
MEFISTOFELE
E 'a task that does not scare me, I can serve you
treasures like that.
But, dear friend, will come a time in peace
that we could enjoy something good.
FAUST
If you ever take rest on a bed of sloth
is the end for me, then! If you can delude
a sign that I am acceptable to myself, if I can
, in pleasure, to deceive,
is that my last day!
I offer this bet.
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