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The last supper

The last supper

Fuzzy Red Boots
A thirty nine woman I know woke up one day and said “I am getting a divorce”. No money in the bank, no real career and with two children that she wanted to continue raising, she said “I cannot continue like this” and she walked away, with barely nothing but this need for a different life. A thirty six man I know gave his two weeks’ notice because he wanted to have his own business. He said that we all reach a point in our lives where we decide that we do not want to keep quite or patient with others bossing us around and that he always wanted to have his own practice. It took more than that, a decay longer than them to reach my turning point. I…
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A Desire

A Desire

Fuzzy Red Boots
I stood just before him. I looked at him. Standing, perfectly still, perfectly calm and neutral. For a second empty of all of what it could be. I breathed, slowly, naturally. I kept on starring at him. Being me, just me. With no other expectations or sercets haunting me, with no traumas or ambitions, with nothing else but me. Soon after I started feeling my desire. My desire to be with that human standing before me. I looked carefully his features, one by one. Slowly, and intensely. As if I wanted to remember every detail; a painter that digs deep into the surface to portrait what the naked regular eye is eluding. The roots were endless. I could go up and down in my eyes on the beautiful human body…
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