Erase una vez un hombre desafortunado en las emociones y sentimientos. Un hombre que cada vez se iban desinflando mas sus ganas de amar, un hombre que cada vez que conocía a alguien se desilusionaba al poco tiempo por ver las autenticas intenciones de quien decía amarle. Un hombre que se preguntaba si nadie podía estar a la altura emocional de el, o intelectual.
Este hombre se encontró, talla intelectual, pero no emocional, planes egoístas y partidistas, autenticas sanguijuelas manipuladoras......en resumen autentica pobreza interior. Este hombre estuvo muchas veces a punto de tirar la toalla, y de olvidar su proyecto de vida común, para centrarse en el suyo propio, egoísta y particular, sencillamente este hombre había sido educado en valores profundos , claros, humanistas, sinceros.....y su principal fallo, -aunque el lo considera su mayor virtud- , era ir claramente por delante, con la sinceridad y honestidad, abriéndose como un libro. Exponiendo claramente, este soy yo, esto es lo que hay,....
Se lo que pensara mucha gente al leer esto...este hombre es tonto...¿a quien se le ocurre ir como un libro abierto en las relaciónes, con la maldad que hay en la gente?...se le ocurria a el, porque este hombre pensaba que solo conoces un libro cuando lo abres.
Muchas mujeres cayeron en el error de pensar.......sinceridad, estupidez, manejabilidad...un craso error del cual se dieron cuenta, pues no contaron con el factor inteligencia. Sinceramente fue una pena, sigue siendo una pena que ante la inmadurez humana, siempre una de las partes tenga que inclinarse por controlar a la otra parte, intentando anularla y menospreciarla, en vez de aprender mutuamente y crecer en base del respeto y madurez.
Este hombre no concebia la idea consistente en el control y dominio de una parte sobre la otra, no le entraba en la cabeza, que un hombre tenga que estar controlando a una mujer como si fuese una adolescente, o una mujer controlando a un hombre como si fuese un adolescente....es un desgaste relacional, que ese hombre no estaba dispuesto a aceptar, pues es el claro sintoma de amor posesivo , adolescente e inmaduro, un estadio y concepción que este hombre no queria en su vida.
Cuando le quedaban pocas fuerzas ya, y tras la ultima sanguijuela manipuladora que trato de instalarse a vivir de su costa y ser un simple instrumento en sus manos bajo los encantos de una serpiente hipnotizadora pretendiendo que anulase su voluntad y capacidad racional delegando en esta misma persona...cosa que ningún ser adulto y maduro haría, pues nadie tiene derecho a pedir a nadie que sea anulado en nombre del amor. Cuando este hombre estaba a punto de observar como su mente se retorcía, se ennegrecia quizá por la rabia, quizá por hallarse al borde de sus fuerzas emocionales , y estaba a punto de convertirse en el proto-tipo de hombre aislado del mundo, misógino....
La encontró, si la encontró y fue de una forma casual, fortuita, y pudo ver y observar en año y medio largo, como su ilusión volvía a renacer con fuerza, estudiando, analizando cada momento, cada sensación, cada gesto...observando desde la sombra para hallar cualquier fisura que escondiese el engaño y la falacia, psicoanalizando, promoviendo actos y situaciones para que saliese una posible intención oculta,.....
Y solo vio...luz, claridad, honestidad, sinceridad, compromiso a todos los niveles, ideas claras, fuerza, muy fuerza....pero sobre todo amor, y deseos de amar y ser amada, vio una planificación clara de un futuro, pero una planificación conjunta, unos planes beneficiosos para ambos, no solo como a este hombre le había pasado antes...-solo para la parte femenina-, vió que esa mujer habia experimentado una vuelta en su vida de 360 grados. Vio que esa mujer quería crecer, quería aprender, y yo aprender de ella....era....un todo , en uno.
Vio que era una mujer que valoraba mas los sentimientos y valores que el dinero, que anteponia esto a lo segundo....y este hombre...este desafortunado hombre, pudo decir por fin...que era un hombre afortunado y que su vida, su sangre, su tiempo, su ser, su existencia....ya no le pertenecián, sino que le pertenecian a esta mujer, al igual que el de esta mujer le pertenecia a el.
Ahí es donde supo al 100 por cien....que tenia que casarse con ella, y la queria tener a su lado siempre. Supo que cada segundo, minuto, horas y dias de su vida...quería darselo a ella, porque el mejor regalo que te puede dar alguien que realmente te ama, no es oro, diamantes, o dinero...sino tiempo, porque quien te da tiempo, te esta dando su vida...porque te ama.
Algo que no entendieron nunca las que conoció antes.
One was once an unfortunate man in the emotions and feelings. A man that every time its desire was going flat more of loving, a man who whenever it was meeting someone was disappointed to a little time for seeing the authentic intentions of the one who was saying to love him. A man who was wondering if nobody could be on a par emotionally with the, or intellectual.
This man was, intellectual, but not emotional size, egoistic and partisan plans, authentic manipulative leeches...... in short authentic interior poverty. This man was on the point of throwing often the towel, and of forgetting its project of common life, to center on his, egoist and individual, simply this man had been educated in deep, clear, humanist, sincere values..... and its main mistake, - although he thinks it its biggest virtue - it was to go clearly ahead, with the sincerity and honesty, being opened like a book. Exhibiting clearly, this one is it is me who, this is what exists....
He what many people were thinking after this man should read this... is an idiot...: to whom does it happen to go like a book opened in the relaciónes, with the nastiness that exists in the people?... it occurred to him to, because this man was thinking that only you know a book when you open it.
Many women fell down in the error of there thought....... sincerity, stupidity, manageability... a fat error which they realized, since they did not count with the factor intelligence. Sincerely it was a sorrow, it keeps on being a sorrow that before the human immaturity, one of the parts has always to incline for controlling to another part, trying to annul it and to despise it, instead of learning mutually and growing in base of the respect and ripeness.
This man was not conceiving the idea consisting of the control and mastery of a part over other one, was not bringing in him in the head, that a man has to be controlling a woman as if she was an adolescent, or a woman controlling a man as if he was an adolescent.... is a relational wear, that this man was not ready to accept, since it is the clear symptom of possessive, adolescent and immature love, a stadium and conception that this man did not want in its life.
When he had left little forces already, and after the last manipulative bloodsucker who tried to settle to live of its coast and to be a simple instrument in its hands under the delight of a snake hipnotizadora claiming that it was annulling its will and rational capacity delegating in the same person... thing that no adult and mature being would do, since anybody has a right to ask anybody that should be annulled on behalf of the love. When this man was on the point of observing how its mind was writhing, it was turning black perhaps for the anger, perhaps for being at the edge of its emotional forces, and was on the point of turning into the prototype of isolated man of the world, misogynist....
It found it, if it found it and performed a chance, fortuitous form, and could see and observe in the long year and a half, how its illusion was reborn again strongly, studying, analyzing every moment, every sensation, every gesture... observing from the shade to find any fissure that was hiding the trick and the deceit, psychoanalysing, promoting acts and situations so that a possible secret intention was going out.....
And only it saw... light, clarity, honesty, sincerity, commitment at all the levels, clear ideas, it forces, much it forces.... but especially love, and desires to love and to be loved, it saw a clear planning of a future, but a joint planning, a few beneficial plans for both, not only as it had happened to this man earlier...-only for the feminine part - saw that this woman had experienced a return in its life of 360 grades. It saw that this woman wanted to grow, wanted to learn, and I to learn of her.... was.... everything, in one.
It saw that she was a woman who was valuing more feelings and values than the money, which preferred this to the second thing.... and this man... this unfortunate man, could say finally... that he was a lucky man and that its life, its blood, its time, its being, its existence.... already not him pertenecián, but they him belonged to this woman, as that of this woman him belonged to.
There it is where he knew 100 for hundred.... that had to marry her, and always wanted to have it next to you. He knew that every second, minute, hours and days of its life... one wanted to give it to her, because the best gift that can give to you someone who really loves you, is not a gold, diamonds, or money... but time, because who you have time, is giving you its life... because it loves you
Something that there never understood those that it knew earlier.
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