Some people make us feel bad and not even realize it-even though they often are we to think, to justify them. They are usually those to which we hold more (and more fear), or which we believe to be tied more. Perhaps it is a pure and terrible fear of losing that illusion, which leads us to the Stockholm syndrome? Because, as sacrosanct and this seems difficult to admit, in some respects they are the ones which we have more "fear." But there is a fear on the Holy Scriptures, of the Beatitudes or encouraging other allegories, is a fear that permeates the fabric of the relationship of hesitation, leave in the middle of sentences because he had not looked at their expiration date: loneliness. That solitude which, together, caressing the nape throwing (and set lighting) in the knowledge that it was two strangers who fall on the same planet at the same time, between the same air. A hint of defiance, almost, an invitation to the peel when you actually want to eat with the skin.
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