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Identifying the illusion is not enough. But smiling is sometimes the only … option. You see … when we connect to people, we also connect to their inner worlds. And we see so, so many ideas, emotions, perceptions … such a large spectrum … that we don’t really understand most of the times. Sometimes … we ignore them. Sometimes .. we connect to those universes .. believing they are real and we somehow become part of them. No one ever told us … that we don’t have to believe that something is … real. We could simple look at the image from the front of our eyes … just as we ...

I felt sick. Intoxicated. Poisoned. And all was related with this illusory story which i pathetically defined so, so often ... in more than 75 books with essays ... as the love story of my life. Doing it ... repeatedly. So often ... that i believe someone should come and stop me. Forbidden me to write. All being about the inner illusory worlds ... and my journey in darkness. This darkness which she induced to me ... so often that she made me suffer of a sickness which i could not understand. A spiritual sickness. One difficult to be ... healed. So ... yes ... i write and write. She's close ...

We came into a world ... without clear instructions about what is going on in here. Truth being that no one bothered to teach us ... what is life. How we should act. Or react. But ... whenever things get out of our control ... many times ruining us mentally and emotionally ... a weird unexplainable force starts to overwhelm us. It's called ... depression. We hate it. Being so afraid and ashamed of it. Trying to run away ... but somehow being too late. I've personally experienced it ... as a secondary effect of the dynamic of my perceptions related to reality ... but also being intoxicated ...

Another book and again lots of conclusions which always converge into ... confusion, strongly proving in front of the public that i can't clearly see the journey of my life. Trying, but failing ... to express myself. The funny thing is that i certainly am in top position ... when it comes about the status of ... "lost souls". Somehow accepting it ... as a pure fact and even considering myself proud of it. Cause ... i finally found a good thing i am good at. So ... i write ... analysing and defining all what is going on ... uselessly trying to comprehend the nonsense i am part of especially ...

In front of the emotional ... i become blind. Many times ... i have no idea how to react ... or by contrary ... i over react. Extremely stupid. But ... still ... i have an addiction for the subject cause it helped me a lot to get rid of that zombie status i had for so many years into the row. So ... i try to smile. I analyse and define ... lots of those episodes from my life ... and into the end writing about it ... i just laugh. I understand but also accept ... my absurdity. And ... i do all my best to not deny it anymore. Also ... when i feel overwhelmed of the emotions ... especially if ...

I was meditating over a list of tips and tricks that could help us improve our lives ... and i think the main trick we should have in mind is just ... try to not control anything at all. Only play on the stage of our own lives ... and even being surrounded by so, so many energy forces ... we should embrace all of them ... no matter if they are positive and negative. We should somehow dance with those energies and enjoy the dance itself, which actually means accept everything happens, even if it happens for a reason difficult to be understood now. You see, we have lots of options in life, ...

I am writing about sexuality itself, without being afraid or ashamed ... clearly knowing it's actually a way of healing our souls. Many define me as a pervert, or a person who lost his minds long time ago ... having no real chance to recover. But i believe that my journey on all the pathless paths i had experienced ... gave me much more clarity. So ... i just write about it. Defining especially the mix of sexuality and nonsense ... ending up concluding ... it's actually an abstract therapy. Or at least for me it was. And still is. Analysing and defining into my books ... the weirdness ... i...

I write trying to understand the secrets of life, but mainly why I can't adapt myself to duality... into a universe which is dominated by it. And ... i keep writing. But ... the real truth is that i am not really a writer but a person who's so, so confused and confusing ... clearly proving that i can't understand anything at all. Of course... like many others. But ... i continue my philosophical and spiritual journey. Becoming so afraid of karma ... and desperately trying to run away of uselessly provoking it ... but always failing. Looking so much ... like an idiot. And probably... being ...

I try to understand duality, feeling addicted to it ... somehow still dreaming that one day I'll meet a woman ... which can really understand the fantasies from my mind. Unfortunately ... reality is different. Totally different. Meanwhile ... I meet a new lady ... and a new one ... and then another one ... and when I believe i am finally lucky ... i see again that all is just ... a nonsense. The absurd ... in its absolute form. So ... maybe i am responsible of such a dynamic ... but no matter what ... i just hate it. Looking like a curse ... experienced in continuous form. All being ...

Each time when i don't understand something that bothers me into my real life ... i start writing a book about it. Trying to clarify it. To deeply understand what is going on. And ... i write and write. All being a form of ... self-therapy. So ... this time i come in front of the public asking myself ... why the hell i continue pushing the love connection that i am involved in?! Why i can't stop myself doing it?! Why those connections related to duality ... fail so often?! Why i can't continue being happy like i was into the beginning?! Why i can't experience the happiness in continuous ...

A new book. A new illusory tendency of trying to understand the weird dynamic of love relationships. Trying to understand ... why the hell i can't be happy near this woman i desperately love. Failing. Failing ... again and again. Cause ... you see ... into the beginning i really thought i will be happy ... hoping so much i'll get from her what i really want... but always ending up experiencing ... the absurd. So ... the question is why?! Why?! Why?! Why?! Meanwhile ... i still write. Analysing and defining ... but unfortunately feeling i am too weak as a man ... and i can't really change ...

I've written the book "Absorbed of ... parallel realities" as a way of trying to understand my own life. So ... i've did all my best to reveal ... the truth which i can't really say to the people knowing me for real. It's not that i am ashamed of my immorality ... cause i am not. Not anymore. So ... short story ... adoring duality ... being in fact addicted to it, i've started to connect with more and more women. Experiencing the concept of parallel realities ... every single day. Unfortunately ... becoming confused. Also confusing for all those women ... but adoring to taste those vibes ...

I've started to write the introductions ... at the end, when the book is already finished. It's somehow more logically because I begin to write ... first the title ... and then revealing lots of things, thoughts, feelings and emotions ... without really knowing what i will actually write. All being unclear ... even to myself. I know it sounds weird ... but into the end ... you'll see that everything is even more and more unclear. Too many contradictory ideas ... converging into a point when i can actually declare myself even more confused. So ... the book "In love with souls ... as a poetic...

I've started to write as a form of self therapy ... trying to heal my broken soul ... while in love. And even if nothing magical happened ... i was just revealing ... in fact ... the beginning of the weird dynamic of a life ... which i didn't know so much about. Feeling i am lost. And actually ... totally losing the control on myself. Sometimes also becoming ... insane. For real. Of course ... i am ashamed to admit it ... and ... But ... all continued. Still continues. And probably will still continue. So ... I understand all ... i accept insanity as a secondary effect of the decision of ...

I've heard one time someone saying ... "It takes me days to recover after a dream with you in it". And somehow this is what i was feeling near my beloved ... Carla. Falling in love of her ... again and again. Yes ... every day. But you see ... she was a dream. A real one ... but a dream. I keep writing into this journal ... revealing the intensity of my emotions experienced while with her ... and ... So ... to tell you the truth is all about the vibes. The energies i am chasing for ... again and again. And i call my story with her ... a dream ... because today i feel that my real world is ...

I write as a form of ... self therapy, somehow admitting I've already become addicted of it. I write about my life. My own experiences. And ... i look so incoherent that you might even start thinking that someone should take my right of being allowed to write. And ... you know why?! Because i write a lot from that state of ... darkness ... while being imprisoned into that cell with invisible walls called ... love story. Being so confused. And ... confusing. But having the gut of revealing all that toxicity from my life. Even if it's related to me ... or to her ... but never really be ...

Love ... changed something. Inside of me ... and I've started to write. Defining my thoughts. My emotions. My feelings. Doing it ... already by years. Of course ... it was also related to sex. All being so ... interconnected. I was in love. As always. Illusory believing i am again in front of ... a soul mate. And ... I am still in love. But ... no matter how much i would deny it ... i never had the peace of mind. Why?! Have no idea ... why... I was ... and still am ... balancing between living in a parallel world ... which I could certainly define as the paradise ... then something is ...

I've written about the nonsense as a form of protest ... especially in front of this weird concept of duality ... man-woman. Of course ... from the perspective of a man, but still doing all my best to be objective ... even if so many, many times I've literally lost my minds ... especially in love relationships. Provoked so much ... by my woman ... from that time. Or ... because of many other women ... met on the stage of my life. Even today ... when i finally finished the manuscript of "The NONSENSE ... seen as normality" ... i had to deal with some ladies from the electrical company ... ...

I've begun to write about the concept duality man-woman ... starting from the metaphorical expression "Being phlegmed seen as ... normality". Trying to understand ... the woman. In fact ... women, but pretending ... i am speaking just about ... one. Realistically ... somehow understanding ... it's nothing to understand. Cause all ... it's a crap. A weird illogical cocktail of good and bad energies. Taking everything as real ... even it's always been ... illusory. So, so damn ... illusory. And being on the stage ... claiming i am an author ... in front of a public ... that i never interact ...

I write ... trying to understand my own thoughts and trends. Especially ... my unconscious. Realising ... that all i chase for is ... la creme de la creme. Anything else ... being irrelevant. At least for me. Today ... And ... i keep writing, understanding i don't have any real conclusions ... or probably ... not even one. Meanwhile ... i allow to my soul to connect to ... love. In fact ... realistically speaking ... connecting and disconnecting. Adoring it ... but the next moment when i dislike anything ... i just disconnect. Disappearing. Hoping ... that the beautiful moment will be ...