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He kisses her hand. He also.
And, in that privacy, shade dress looks around the bar.
The Greeks went to the kisses long before the supposed birth of Christ, being an atheist makes me adjectives but not to sell me from the Devil. But even so, much time later, two guys walk to the cause stinging kisses.
Two women. Because it is more accepted. Years of pornography designed by men and subtle, sometimes not so much, move to advertising have made it more socially accepted homosexuality in women. To the extent that women are not homosexual. The word homosexual is associated with men. Women are lesbians. An extra word. Others. Detached, etymologically, to the sexual. The homosexual is a man of the same sex. Lesbian, a woman playing with each other.
2500 years and continues to cause itching.
is ridiculous.
how ridiculous its opposite, that we Hygienic acceptance sells television. Series where a homosexual confesses his status before his family and they embrace it, saying they are proud. "Heterosexuals have to do that too?
"Dad, I like women .- largaría, with a lump in the throat.
He would hug me. "Well, son, okay ... Will accompany you in this .- say, almost in a whisper.
Is it acceptance or is sad?
In the optimistic case of acceptance question ... why? What business have parents in their children's sexuality?
"Now, all good, right? But can not save your kisses for telo?
Suddenly, my questions are succeeded by the question of a bright customer. Tolerance exists until the moment in which one is steeped in what it tolerates. Otherwise it is inconceivable and that tolerance is untenable. Implies a suppression of aggression, discrimination, awaiting the moment to go politically correct-series as Will & Grace , jokes stands up, talks beside the water dispenser. O come, weary of waiting, they explode in the most unexpected moment.
- Hip! What or - hip! Official ---?
"Mr. Mel Gibson, I do not know if you noticed, but passed a red light.
-the fault of the damned Jews.
As absurd as the real context was due because tolerance could no longer bear the body and threw up. Because the difference with the Jews-in this case was not accepted. Was tolerated. And, like any resistance-whether spiritual or a coffee machine to keep running, eventually ends up melting. The two gay
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Her lips are folded, and suddenly the world makes sense only by her smile. Grab his hands and kisses them. The man does the same with hers. They look in the eyes without saying a word. Only sigh at the same time seeking to entwine their breaths. And so hard to breathe the air that was inside the lungs it is now in the depths of him, and vice versa. Intoxicated by this ethereal toast, smiling and squinting eyelids, never stop looking at their eyes.
In an unexpected moment, she looks down. His fingers move over the table in small circles. He looks at her, confused, and suddenly the few inches that separated them have become entire oceans. Man seeks
her hands but she slides down the table, hiding. Both remain silent, as a ballet dancers suspended in the dark while waiting for the music to continue to keep dancing. The orchestra plays in the woman's chest and up either at the moment, climb the notes.
She leans back in his chair. Ponderous guillotine falls on their breaths intertwined. Flapping like a fish out of water jumping the two ends of this embrace ethereal. Soon they end up bleeding to death and back to being just air.
him, confused but cautious, slide your hands across the table toward her. The leaves it there, exposed, and the offering. She purses her lips and takes his eyes out at the station. The man's hands remain in that ridiculous pose, uncomfortable and, as a fifth major chord with the seventh that refuses to resolve in tone. She drags
, with difficulty, his gaze to his eyes. The man raises his eyebrows, inviting her to speak. She sighs. - How are we going to do - she says.
He smiles. Takes her hands and kisses them. He shrugs and sighs. His breaths are reunited in an embrace invisible, misunderstood and alone, as the link between any pair. Decide

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stop listening to the ticking of the clock while I wait. And extensive dredging of my ears. Tenth .-
"But reiterated him you do not give you anything that she is your best friend?
She pouts. "No, unless you give something to you to be your girlfriend.
The man nods. "Yes, but what's mine is yours, infidelity and
.-" So is she rushes.
He moves his head from side to side. "It is, in a sense. But I want to know is if-
"I know what you want to know the woman interrupted .- And the answer is yes. Warms me sleep with my best friend's boyfriend. Step
cloth across the counter. I stretched with subtlety. Maybe to hide my desire to laugh and applaud as a child at Christmas. Yes, he was right. It was a good choice again hear the dialogue that people these tables. At least, they are less repetitive than the damn ticking clock that denotes the absence of Cecilia.
The man nods, pleased. The woman raises her eyebrows, impatient of the silence. - How about you?
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes .- Seeing them together," he says. She trusts you, you feel closer to you when you know what you're doing, and you ... suspended in the delicate balance between feeling superior to her because I want is you and less because my love is it.
She shrugs. Sigh. "What love is whether the deception.
"With your best friend .- narrows it, enjoying it. She
gives nodding. "Call it what you like is to see you in me. Because you like me talking to her, looking into her eyes, shaking hands, hugging, with the same skin, same fingers and the same mouth that ate up her boyfriend. What to you is to look at you like your infidelity on condition of anonymity. Finding a spit in the middle of something neat. As thousands of footprints discovered something that he held to be untouchable. Found in to see me talking to her bid certain powers. I desire. She love. A bid of power as there is in any infidelity. Only in this case you move from the auction. Back to blame for eroticism.
The man stops the flight of just knitting language lips. "Yes, yes.
"We are a perversion spiral .- proposes it.
He is silent. Walk with your hands at the table. "Before enjoying a relationship. Then, of infidelity. Now, of an affair with her best friend. This accursed race have the newest gimmick, the latest phones, modern eroticism. What is the next step?
She leans back. "See how she gives me pleasure while I will look into your eyes. Approximately
9282291181938393 words run into the man's mouth. Only one gets out. - C-how? - Stammering, stuttering. For up just get out, as the hero who slides his bike under a truck.
She smiles and says not a word as well known as the erotic is inconclusive. However, we are in year 15 of the Age of the understatement, where everything there is to explain about the end of the film, which the woman continues. "That stroking her hair while she's between my legs and I saw, and it gives me pleasure and you even see us leave without knowing that I sleep with you. That the same body erotic, secret, it hurts.
- Is ... can?
She smiles. "Anything is possible.
The man does not move but, in its stillness, denotes the same person she rubs her hands and licks while provides a piece of meat that is about to be removed from the fire. "Without doubt we are not two moral creatures.
-Lo are, we are denying women .- "But if we consider that morality is entirely relative no way, beyond relativism cloudy, to criticize our choice.