Genital Warts From Waxing

The Wolf, The Witch, Dante Alighieri and Sigmund Freud

I feel the need to speak again the story that I published yesterday.

Like a wolf by a witch.

It 's a story that for me has a great importance, as it is tied to a particular moment and a particular person. Contains within it much more than what you might infer from a quick read. Much of what I will remain, perhaps as that person's will, something will come out today.

"My twenty-five readers" could possibly think that we must have a high opinion of himself to write a story, and then publish it on their own even a guide to reading (in optical drive of course entirely positive).

Well, actually, is certainly the case.

I wrote a couple of years ago in an almost dream-like and jet almost never happened to me. The pace is fast and frenzied as the rush of a wolf in the woods, at the very moment in which I carried within me the words out to me, I was really the wolf and I hope to be able to give the feeling of his race blind and desperate. My usual system of breaks and ruptures, the 'head', and punctuation, I think of my son used to the contemplation of plants and trees grow slowly in this case is not respected. As this story continues to consider part of my "Trilogy of the Trees" (which account for the story walnut, along with 'Leaves', beech, and' A man of wood and stone, larch), perhaps we could say that in this case I once wrote a story instead of "vegetable", a story "Animal" . I am a contemplative person but I also passionate soul who, apparently, sometimes it has to let off steam. The argument is precisely the "Passion." Or better "Eros and Thanatos." Love and Death. ;

Passion is perhaps the experience that the most loving of all houses in its depths the life instinct (Eros) and the instinct of death (Thanatos) in a possible, though difficult coexistence.
As witness to this experience I can think of Paolo and Francesca, the result of a mind quite passionate, as it should be that of Dante. The two lovers, located in the circle of the lustful, wandering for eternity in hell that the storm will sweep them away and, for eternity, one of the most beautiful words ever been written about love:

"Amor, ch ' to no one beloved from loving,

I took delight in him so strongly,

that, as you see, it does not leave me "

Passion is all rare in this ocean of pain and tolerance requirements. The impossibility of give up on love and give love once loved. Despite the disastrous fate that this may prtare that is made clear in the following verse:

"Love led us to one death,"

Here are the evil consequences of the above: the twinning forerunner of Eros and Thanatos. Opening up to the romanticism and psychoanalysis. By Sigmund Freud.

At some point in his work, Freud noticed that the psyche was not only governed by a drive (= binge and primordial) pleasure, but also a destructive drive, a death instinct. The life instinct (Eros), was accompanied by a death drive (Thanatos), the two drives are simultaneously present in every person, as opposed dialectic.

This is Love and Death. Eros and Thanatos.

two concepts that seem distant and mutually exclusive, but as we see, in fact inextricably linked.

When I wrote the story, of course, I had it in mind Dante Freud, nor a comparison between the original Dolce Stil Novo and psychoanalysis. Nothing further. I was simply driven by an uncontrollable urge to write. But the unconscious of every man Eros and Thanatos are eternal struggle and perhaps "like a wolf from a witch 'is a fruit.

The fact that it is a story without an ending is due to the fact that this struggle is, indeed, eternal. Passion of their lives, and in this struggle. Arrive at a resolution of the struggle (both in favor of Eros Thanatos) means an end to the Passion. Better to crystallize all in the time it reaches the climax. A final

actually wrote it, and I lived. but will remain for me.