EVA
He pursued through the library between tables, chairs and lecterns. She ran away talking about the rights of women, endlessly violated. Five thousand years separated them absurd. For five thousand years she had been inexorably vexed, postponed, reduced to slavery. He was justified by a rapid and fragmented personal praise, said in broken sentences and trembling gestures.
he sought in vain texts that could support their theories. The library specializes in English literature of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, was an extensive array enemy, which glosses the concept of honor and some of the atrocities of that sort. Young cited
tirelessly to JJ Bachofen, the wise that all women should read, because it has restored the grandeur of his role in prehistory. If his books were on hand, he would have taken the girl to the dark box that civilization, governed by women, when the earth was everywhere entails a hidden moisture and the man tried to rise from her stilts.
But all these things the girl left her cold. That matriarchal period, unfortunately not verifiable historic and hardly seemed to increase their resentment. Always escaped shelf shelf, sometimes climbing ladders and overwhelmed the young in a hail of insults. Fortunately, in defeat, something came to the rescue of the young. It suddenly remembered Heinz Wolpe. His voice was quoting this author a powerful new accent.
"In the beginning there was only one sex, obviously female, which is automatically reproduced. A mediocrity began to emerge sporadically, leading a precarious and barren face formidable motherhood. However, little by little he appropriated certain vital organs. There was a time when it became essential. The woman realized too late that you were already missing half of its elements and felt the need to look at the man, who was a man under the progressive separation of the accidental return to its point of origin. "
Wolpe's thesis seduced the girl. He looked at the young man tenderly. "The man is a child who has misbehaved with her mother throughout the story," he said almost with tears in his eyes.
I forgave him , pardoning all men. His gaze lost brightness, lowered his eyes as a Madonna. His mouth hardened before the contempt, it was soft and sweet as a fruit. He was sprouting from his hands and his Libyan mythological touch. Approached Eve and Eve fled trembling.
And there in the library, in this complicated scenario and negative, at the foot of the volumes of conceptual literature, ancient episode began, like living in the stilt houses.
He pursued through the library between tables, chairs and lecterns. She ran away talking about the rights of women, endlessly violated. Five thousand years separated them absurd. For five thousand years she had been inexorably vexed, postponed, reduced to slavery. He was justified by a rapid and fragmented personal praise, said in broken sentences and trembling gestures.
he sought in vain texts that could support their theories. The library specializes in English literature of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, was an extensive array enemy, which glosses the concept of honor and some of the atrocities of that sort. Young cited
tirelessly to JJ Bachofen, the wise that all women should read, because it has restored the grandeur of his role in prehistory. If his books were on hand, he would have taken the girl to the dark box that civilization, governed by women, when the earth was everywhere entails a hidden moisture and the man tried to rise from her stilts.
But all these things the girl left her cold. That matriarchal period, unfortunately not verifiable historic and hardly seemed to increase their resentment. Always escaped shelf shelf, sometimes climbing ladders and overwhelmed the young in a hail of insults. Fortunately, in defeat, something came to the rescue of the young. It suddenly remembered Heinz Wolpe. His voice was quoting this author a powerful new accent.
"In the beginning there was only one sex, obviously female, which is automatically reproduced. A mediocrity began to emerge sporadically, leading a precarious and barren face formidable motherhood. However, little by little he appropriated certain vital organs. There was a time when it became essential. The woman realized too late that you were already missing half of its elements and felt the need to look at the man, who was a man under the progressive separation of the accidental return to its point of origin. "
Wolpe's thesis seduced the girl. He looked at the young man tenderly. "The man is a child who has misbehaved with her mother throughout the story," he said almost with tears in his eyes.
I forgave him , pardoning all men. His gaze lost brightness, lowered his eyes as a Madonna. His mouth hardened before the contempt, it was soft and sweet as a fruit. He was sprouting from his hands and his Libyan mythological touch. Approached Eve and Eve fled trembling.
And there in the library, in this complicated scenario and negative, at the foot of the volumes of conceptual literature, ancient episode began, like living in the stilt houses.
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