Saturday evening with friends intelligent, bright and sharp. A rarity. moments of relaxation and peace, without a logical conversation. Suddenly a question: But what is the thread that separates friendship and love?
The eyes are changing and everyone wonders, digging in their lives, and lived in the present.
Trying to find an answer.
of views we have data, but actually still believe that many doors are left open.
Now I have decided to probe the subject analytically, trying to provide arguments and putting back together the thoughts of those present at the conversation, but also those of other respondents. Before
certainty, elected with flying colors: sex is not the prime suspect.
Or rather, would be among the usual suspects, but there's more.
In a world where sex is the easiest thing to find, perhaps even more complex to use it as a watershed for the crossing between the lands of friendship and love ones. Not even Moses would
solution, even to him would be difficult to open waters. And then the middle lands, thanks to the Lord of the Rings is back in fashion.
Because sometimes the attraction is also in friendship but not necessarily be of a sexual nature, or rather may be so, but that subtle thrill which serves to underline the gender difference, not necessarily animal passion.
There is always a breeze for seduction, Borges said that the friendship between a man and a woman is always a bit erotic, even if unconsciously. That may be true, but I've never been prevented from having male friends, with whom I shared moments, days, and pieces of life.
true friends, some we have loved deeply, but a different love.
Perhaps the difference lies in the type of love.
One is pure, dignified, not affected by the rules of power that has any love inside. Devoid of relational dynamics. The other is romantic love, passionate, what propinano years there, he does speak with Nicholas Cage one of the best lines from Moonstruck: "Love does not simplify things, you know, what is destroyed: they break your heart.
But we, we do not We are here to seek perfection: the snowflakes are perfect, the stars are perfect, not us, not us.
We are here only to destroy ourselves and break our hearts to fall in love with the wrong people and die. Forget the love stories are all lies. "
Because often the sad truth is that we grew up on bread and bales. We have fantastic tale of love (almost always tragically ended) of passion over time and the difficulties (of the Series "Love is blind but bad luck sees us very well) and perfect feelings intact. But life is not so?
So it happens that later in life you realize that it was all fake, now more than ever.
You realize that what you want is not always one person, who may be able to have at least a modicum of what you need to touch you like bees and take the best from each flower. This does not mean
divide between lovers 3, 4 and 5 engaged suitors, but it could simply mean having a few, say up to 3 / 4 men important in life, each with a different role. So
heart, mind, passion and tenderness as interacting in a colorful kaleidoscope. Sometimes sex can not even get in, or perhaps may even stand out of the triad. Because the experiences are enriched by each other's diversity. And with governing, if their roots are welded to the land of common values \u200b\u200band shared battles, head of the games, each time found in the tenderness of a strong complicity. Acrobatics, though. Stunts emotional, perhaps still balancing that fine line between friendship and love.
The topic is open and the conversation is in progress.
even say that the conclusion would remain open forever, and I commend you to Oscar Wilde: "If you've found an answer to all your questions, it means that applications that place you were not the right ones." Those who know me
know that they are known for tough questions.
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