Psychobiology Arcadia

Affinities' (IN) ELECTED

ausg esprochene jedes Wort den erregt Gegensin

Every word is pronounced suggests the opposite. (Maxims and Reflections from , 9)

When I meet the "special people", I think by default the celebrated novel by Goethe and inevitably, when I lose, I think about it, quite the contrary.

stone embedded in the rock, the "special people", to acknowledge them once in the darkness of the mine and you, you approach the moth lamp, disarmed by his own consistency, one by one incredulous discover the many facets of the perfect crystalline form: every It reflects like a magic mirror the best of you. Stand next to it, put his hands in the field more alive and vibrating.
The world next to her is perfect.

Then something happens. Something always happens. Orpheus turned around and lost Eurydice forever. Just looking at her. So, for anything and everything, you also lose the street. Try to return there, looking for her, call her, the string you hard, but you feel desperate cries only muffled the sound of your desire. Have you lost. The love and let it go because you know that "man can have less of everything that belongs to more closely" ("Elective Affinities, Goethe). Skip

everything. The time, desire, a thousand other people.
You turn around and watching the road, you see there, intact as the first time you met her in that short piece of light through life together.

large tracts and short.
All together, the "special people" are a band of light.

But you ask, but I'll always be in his band?
I've chosen, but she? I was really elected? Because I do not speak here of love stories ended, sex and the other that leaves little room for imagination and speculation. What if you lived there was a story in itself, or if he is lucky if they still live now. I speak of what was not, of those people who have loved deeply and Plato and that you could not keep you in the next life, even if you wanted.

What will they? You remember me? I will be part of their dreams? I still love it?

I'll never know but you know that for me you are still wet with tears that deep smile happy.