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I think that the lives of two is not a "something" that is fine just because two people love each other, is a much more complex process, a continuous investment in energy that many times I wondered if it is right to invest . All goes well until everything is well, the first mistake by one of the two and begins the climb up a greased track, errors trigger compensatory mechanisms that lead to inevitable and strutting permits and licenses to kill (love) . Anger leads fog. When passed the first stage of falling in love and great involvement, the next routine, the energies are most often directed outside of the relationship (both is a asshole). Allow the anger to cloud the memories and begin to see their beloved to be an obstacle to his being is the beginning of the end. On how to get things right, the problems that people can get together and no doubt that each one brings in, not a day that is not an article, do not talk about them on TV or the radio. Too much security, little desire to fatigue, the presumption of it alone are just some of the mistakes that you fall more easily. You could analyze carefully the history and share the good times, of course I think it is wasted effort, better looking "Operation Fear" by Mario Bava ... I have my problems with my wife, then the above is a way as any to exorcise my doubts. She always asks me: how are you? I reply politely and dry: smooth as silk. Often we ask too many things that we both know you know. What may seem to most questions, often to our ears sounds like a sentence or a declaration of war. Weight the responses take time are the rules of the game, usually we look and we think we are studying. Smoothly: What the hell does that mean? I say this often, but I do not know what I mean. How are you? I repeat. Your questions are often a simple statement to your knowledge, you expect the answer is nothing more than an endorsement to your thesis. Smooth as oil, preclude me repeat, this is my last time out 4th. I pause my fears, our uncertainties, the thousand doubts. They are about six to a peaceful Sunday afternoon quite sunny with a slight sweet and warm wind, spaced a few hours from our last fight that probably will happen just before dinner, the natural follow-up. I'm just at home and despite the weather I feel a little 'tired, perhaps because the few hours of sleep the night before. I sit back, sip a cup of coffee, smoke a cigarette, read a bit '. I feel strange I can not concentrate, narrowing his eyes face and revolt. The sun is about to fall and the air becomes even more clear when the sky takes on the nuances typical of the sunset. And while I while being surrounded by all the home comforts, I can not find anything to distract me or at least do it for more than a few seconds, stirring constantly. I fill the bathtub with water, not too hot, almost as cold as a shock I tried to calm me this was something that generates a response and send out of my mind from my body and especially the presence of an absurd desire to dethrone the restless dull stasis that surrounds me. The thoughts and memories that float through my mind is drifting algae, and meanwhile my bathroom around the fantastic as I would not be alone in this bath. It will be the full moon, crazy thoughts, words, true, but I missing. Do not put off till tomorrow, I always told my mom, and if it was a fantastic day tomorrow? The fear of 'unknown is a leap of faith made slippers. All hummed old songs, often to vent anger and resentment. Being in human nature is complex, the complex is to be the downfall of man. I get up from the tub, I'll call you and laugh, you try to get angry, but eventually began to laugh. I do not know what it means when I say you hate, then I would understand why I continue to say, tell me why I'm obsessed, meanwhile, echoes in my mind: smooth as silk ...