Monday, April 6, 2020

Love is need to be said

And was in another incarnation a girl that in others incarnation was my wife and we were men see I respect the person very much, so we don’t work out because I respect the person and don’t want to be man with the person, we discuss. Was a book life, that time he, my other life wife, was being the villain he was dissimulated. I notice at the beginning that he was the hand in the dark that committed many crimes, he was a mental criminal the crimes was intellectually intriguing. Once we argue because he said that he was gay, I was man with a lot of gays in other lives weren’t prejudice didn't want to be in bed with the person, I deep like the person wasn’t natural not treat him like a man, in one of the discussion he asked if I don’t felt jealous about him, that he found a man for him the person that he named make me felt sad, that person was man with you, very sad he understands my delusion he laughed the man is me. In the end, he was discovered and chased by the city to be killed, in Europe the countries are smalls was easy to run out of the country, but was years of crimes, he had a lot of success in the crime life, he was chase by the country the frontiers was closed the city was surrounded and the police was sure that him didn’t even had got out of the city, the crimes was so heavy that he suppose to be killed at the moment that was found, I got apart of the group I got transformed into a wolf of 3 meters and find him and kill him to drink his blood, people just find me with him dead in my arms I said that I saw the wolf, everybody knew that the wolf was in love for him, I carry him. After this I haven’t a long life I live more 30 years I didn’t pass the of 70 years old, I felt that I need to say to him that I love him and I pass my life thinking on that, I find him and he complains very much I was using my wings covered with feathers, I convince me that was to be with feathers, he got a big stinky dog saying that a was a wolf that I suppose to don’t love him, I said that doesn’t make sense but I love him, didn’t make sense because a man loved another man, but I love him. Rute Bezerra de Menezes Gondim

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