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His love Her fantasy ... understanding what love is about As a man, but also as a woman, we try to define the undefined from a love story. Dreaming about love and being in love ... the path from the fantasy to the love story itself ... is just a matter of luck ... or maybe where you find yourself, on the timeline of your own life. Maybe is the perfect time for you to explore what love is about, or maybe other things are important at the moment ... and the love story can only be a future “project”. Exploring what love is about ... in our minds, as a fantasy ... or in the real life, as a ...

Maybe life is too short to waste it with … useless things. Maybe it’s time to start meditating more. To analyze our behavior … but also the one of the people around us. To pay attention to the impact of influences over our lives … but also on the lives of others. Understand that … domination … no matter of its character… positive or negative …. It’s a concept that we should not allow it to become real. And we should also be aware of how a simple small influence … that is repeated on and on and on … could become … dominance …. without even realizing.

And one day .... you see no difference between your world and the life in North Korea ... but you don’t know why When i began to study the nonsense ... i realized that ... behind the nonsense there is a path that we can’t see. When i say nonsense ... i mean all our silly actions ... or thoughts. We live in a robotic way ... and even if we are not happy in the present moment ... we just continue everything in the same way ... on and on and on. One day, we even start to believe that we live in a prison ... or prisons. The job is a prison. The marriage is a prison. Everything around ... is...

Not understanding where the path goes He had ... kind of a perfect life. At least this is how it looked from outside, but something was missing. Well ... it was her again. He was missing seeing her ... touching her ... whispering her beautiful words. But who was ... her?! The wife?! The mistress?! The mistress of that guy that hates him?! The lady from the shop ... that is always smiling to him?! That lady ... the client ... that he is walking with her in park from time to time?! No ... Maybe that lady, from an unknown country ... that he chats with him when she feels really depressed?! No,...

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 ...

In many of the occasions in life, we see everything in a simple dogmatic way. We are used with different kinds of results and believe that these represents the only case scenarios that can happen. We want something else, but don’t really believe that life can bring us the ... goodies. We predict the future, according to the past. But you know, same story, with the same elements can also have a different result than we are used to expect. We can influence reality ... just by expecting something totally different that we used to have. For example ... there are cases when the Universe is ...

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 ...

Times had changed. All is different. People, society itself ... the way we connect with this world we are living in. Everything. And it is not that things are totally different than 1000 or maybe even 2000 years ago. Fortunately or unfortunately i see serious changes even than 20, 10 or i could even say 5 years ago. Personally for me is difficult to adapt to this new world. Extremely. First of all cause i am not dogmatic anymore. In fact, i even detest everything related to dogmatism. But what am i trying to say?! ... without having that type of boringness a grandpa has. I guess ... my main...

I've wrote the book "The bitch syndrome" as a reply to all what was happening into my life. All being ... real facts, revealed abstractly. Writing. And writing. Defining in fact my frustrations, but most certainly looking like one of the worst misogynist from nowadays times. The real fact is that ... all i've tried is actually a form of self therapy and the tendency of understanding why relationships don't really work on long term. Trying to save ... a love story which most certainly will never work again. But ... keep trying. Finding explanations. Blaming ... my woman. In fact ... my women...

Over the years i’ve been meeting lots of people ... which i the end ... i would like to call them ... souls. In fact i was dealing with thousands of them ... and i had moments when i’ve wondered myself ... why do i meet the whole spectrum of the human beings?! What is the message behind that?! What the Universe is trying to whisper to me?! But what i can say that it was funny ... was that i met people i liked, people i disliked, people that i liked and then i disliked and ... people i disliked and then i liked. The interactions were of so many different types ... that i almost started ...

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 ...

1+1=1 ... losing our identities Being in love ... is a totally different way of experiencing life. Being in love ... is amazing. But … love is not for everyone. Yes ... Not any of us can understand and accept the illogical rules of love. And ... the truth is ... we are afraid of getting lost ... of losing our souls ... our identities ... our minds. I was in love. ... not only one time. I dare to write about love ... cause i was into that ... heaven ... but unfortunately the emotional balance made me feel ... the hell too. Love is ... duality. I've felt it. I've strongly felt it. And I've ...

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 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'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 ...