| Nobody knows. When you were a baby, mum’s body was your universe and it started in her hands and ended in the chest. Stop your mind, go back in the time and be a baby. You’re too close to your mum and there’s only a smooth breast around you. You put your mouth on it and quickly suck up the delicious milk that makes you grow. You put your hands on it and feel that it belongs to you and both are the same. To say the mum’s body is only a breast isn’t to say very much about her, but some-times in the life, not only when someone was a baby, the men’s mind is as simple as this. When you were a baby mum exactly started and ended in this point, the nipple. Don’t you remember? No, you don’t, but you can see other babies doing the same and I’m sure you understand them. Several years after you’re a teenager and the female body starts in the mouth, for example, and you look at its greasy lips, with a lot of lipstick. You don’t still know they’re the most dangerous weapon of women. You don’t know the way women can bless you with this sweet lips and how they can scratch your heart just at the end of one night. You look at some beautiful lips for hours, dream about them and you only want to taste the girls’ mouth. The first kiss. At that moment you suck up the nectar as you had done long time ago, but now you’re a silly insect and the spit changes yourself like if you were a butterfly. Women start in the lips and they never end. Even your girlfriend, not very tall, not very attractive, not very clever, but so sweet and so kind. You invite her to dance and put your arms around her and suddenly the female body ends at the back. You put your hands on her shoulders, later a little lover down, later more and more down and you definitively loose the innocence : women start in any part of her body but always end in the bottom. Then you’re a ripe man and you probably get married. Two years after the wedding you have a son and your wife doesn’t belong to you, remember, because she belongs to the baby and she neither starts nor ends. The universe collapses and you’re walking along the sidewalk looking at the floor. Women start in the feet and end in a sad look in her eyes. Women don’t realize that you’re looking for help. You ask them for fire and they give you exactly fire. You ask them for love and they give you themselves as a gift, not as a present and you must pay for that. Butterflies can travel far away in the distance but not into the woman. It doesn’t matter where a woman starts or ends, men are always outside. October, 5th, 2007. 3º eoi, writing. |
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