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Would you dare? Stubbornness

"I remember the day we try to do a picnic, at the wooded site where I could see the lake? There were complications and left too late. When we arrived at the site, a persistent drizzle falling, the air was so wet that we could not find where to light the coals for the barbecue ........ And to make matters worse, so race, I forgot the matches. We could not roast the meat, and we could not open the can that we took (the content can not remember) because they took the opener ..... Not even a knife.

I do not know how to uncork the wine ... the Chilean Pinot Noir, you miss the head, making you'd laugh out loud I did the tantrum, angry with myself for having messed up.

Guess what? I would repeat that day ...... But this time try to make things right, without forgetting anything, that everything went like a charm ....... But if you tuck the leg again and could not start the fire, open the can or uncork the wine, I would not mind ....... To have on hand any something to replace my old Volks Wagen, and you and I, as we hear the sound of rain, cold skin expusiéramos to tarnish our heat the crystals, as so often did, would by happy and well-lived than experience.

Would you dare?

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l E epic romantic pursuit of the conquest was never hard for me as when I decided to get the girl. I thought it would be easy, but it took me three months to harass those who joined a declaration of love and two appeals that responses obtained by a "let me think a few days", a "not yet" and "give me a little more time", which almost lead me to the renunciation.

She was temperamental and unruly, had a beautiful face and long black hair more beautiful than I have ever seen .... but her eyes were brown which, despite its insolent look, made me lose myself in the poetry with which the operator drew women.

The coveted "Yes" transformed my birthday (May 15, 32 years ago) one of the most pleasing thing I remember, but our romance did not survive the war we are waging a stubborn few who never knew love ponder because our encounters were almost always it is to drown love swallow pride and show no pain. If not for the memory of the smell of rain and the electricity that we created with the touch of our hands, or the fire that came between us with the simple proximity of the kiss, it would not be able to understand the nonsense with which both feelings insufferable bun that so stubbornly wanted to call it love.

"Man is jealous if loves women too, but not love." -Kant-