@barataphoto

Behind those glazed eyes, cold and soulless, a disproportionate veneration was hidden He was a pure lover, used to be called chimera, a modern old fashioned. That head, a whirlwind! A flurry of cruel thoughts for the sanity of anyone. Every morning woke up under a huge despondency, distressed by the lack of direction in life and misunderstanding. It was inevitable to try to please everyone, finding refuge in the pleasure of others with fear of his own desires. Opening doors, giving the other side of the face, offering false happiness, intoxicating himself, dedicating the limited time of a lifetime and belittling self-love. The disorganized and emotionally empty house, perspiring loneliness, pleading for a feminine presence to refill of life that banshee, who resigned the commitment with happiness for a limbo. The search for passion had become obsessive, idolizing all spirits, looking for the desire where was impossible. The enthusiasm was generating unconscious illusions, and thus an uninterrupted delivery of time. More than love was a desire to share pleasure and give meaning to happiness. The passion was sincere, only love was unrequited.