prison

She stopped laughing. Licking the tip of the tongue a tear on her left cheek. He said:

• Salty and cool!
  Mahathira replied:
• So is the tear of joy, cold. Tears of sadness.
  Let her go wild. He almost bitten his lips as usual. She gave her a smile and smiled. He did not see the smile but felt his lips smiling. Their breathing escalated and accelerated. The two bodies were perfumed with sweat. He buried his face between his neck and shoulder as he opened the elongated thighs. They merged into each other at the peak, then subsided into exhaustion and habitation. A tear came from her eye:
• I am happy (this is the first phrase I said faintly) I feel in the practice of love with you as if I was born, as if you were a child just born of my uterus.

Intellectuals

I was trying to get home to eat lunch and take a little nap. I met at the bus stop Ramez, trembling with anger. Tell me without introductions:

• She said she had to marry a turkey to marry a meat merchant. See how flirting with an educated trader? What is the conversation between them before going to sleep, for example, or while watching TV? Does he talk about chicken meat, calf and mad cow? Will you be impressed? What if I asked for his opinion with paintings I had completed or a story? What will he answer? He may shake his head and say, 'I do not understand about such matters. Ask me about meat, my crazy cow '.
  I was about to deny it: 'Rambo renounces poetry to become a merchant'. But Rames asked as he stared uneasily at a bus approaching:
• What is disguised prostitution?
  I threw the bus and did not respond. Explain immediately:
• Is it not that a woman lives with a wealthy man only?
  Once again, I almost forgot: "Rambo renounced poetry and planned to go to the far corners of the earth to become rich," but the bus came, and I was hungry.

hospital

The doctor stood at my bed surrounded by assistants and pupils, he said:

• Our person disease and we will start treatment.
• Did you find anything?
• Yeah.
• Kanser?
• Unfortunately yes.
  After a brief silence watching my reaction, he said:
  Diagnosis will allow us to start treatment.
  I had been expecting this for a long time, but I was surprised. I did not utter. I did not grieve. Not lighter. I felt only indifference, or a quiet submission to a serious judgment: If you can not do something, let fate do whatever it pleases.

the question

I saw physicist Steve Hawkins, in a wheelchair, speaking from the Suss University campus in London:

• A great explosion occurred 14 billion years ago and created the universe, originated from nothing, or something like the head of a needle ... This discovery, according to Fred Howell, is "an achievement culminating in the great conquests of the human brain in understanding how the universe was created and manifested in the form of galaxies, stars and planets." It also provides support for the view of religions to create the universe.
  A fat boy and leper sitting in the first row, raised his short hand:
  I said in support of the view of religions to create the universe? How?
  Hawkins replied:
• The theories of the past believe that the universe exists since eternity, without beginning. But the occurrence of the Great Bang, and its resounding echo in space now, reinforces the view of the presumed existence of the beginning of the universe. There is therefore a creative factor that caused the universe to arise.
• Is he God?
• Yeah. I read the Bible, the Bible and the Koran. These books confirm that God 'created the heavens and the earth'. The occurrence of the great explosion leads us to the 'creative' creation of the universe with amazing intelligence.
• So, did not the universe arise by chance?
• No, its emergence was not chaotic, but resulted from a precise mathematical calculation, very complex, controls the properties of matter and natural phenomena ...
  At the end of the lecture, a small pupil stood, sitting on my side:
• Well, we knew how the universe arose, but the most important question remains, why? What is the purpose of its emergence?
  Hawkins explained:
  I do not know, just like you, the cause of the creation or existence of the universe. But a group of scientists resort to metaphysics, to the occult, or to religion when progress is hard to explain for a purpose or cause.
  The student returned to the house, waited until his father finished praying, he asked:
• Why am I there?
  The father turned to the mother and laughed. The student said:
• I mean, what is the meaning of the existence of man and the universe?

Ages

I bought from Sohu a used book entitled 'Living in the Stone Age'. I found on page 13 a plane ticket, on page 49 of a cinema ticket, on page 54 of a mobile phone bill, at p. 77.

Tree

I was at the beach of Kleban Bay in Gothenburg, sitting on the terrace, smoking cigarilla and reading the poems of the Swedish Gunnar Eckloff. I was alerted to a small black insect on my green shirt. I shook it with shit and the cigarilla fell out of my hand, and it fell into a slit on the faded wood of the corridor. I was motionless. Then she took out her sensors with caution and hesitation before moving quickly towards a green tree with a shirt color. I returned to Eclub to resume reading:
are you alone ?
Let it be
Solo comes to you
The greatest companionship

Not belonging

Our armed struggle sprang from rugged heights in the far reaches of the countryside. We were exhausted, and our goal was a huge and noble goal: to bring happiness to the peoples of the earth. After about a month I met old Cheltag; he lived in a house he built at the beach, mud, hay and palm branches. He rode his lame donkey in the morning and went on, with the guardian dog Shiro, to feed five goats, two sheep, and a cow.
He fed us hot bread, boiled salted eggs, and ripe dates. At night, he drank black tea, too hot, and offered cigarettes to wrap and sing in a plaintive voice.
He did not care about the complex arguments about Marx, Len, and Grammy. He never complained of anything in life at all. He was very happy.