Character: Tomas

People Express requests in different ways. Sometimes it seems to be asking for.

In addition to its accomplished love for him in the Empire the possibilities are still endless unfulfilled love in other men.

Because he didn't like to dance, Teresa took possession of his young colleague. This pair fit perfectly on the dance floor of the bar, and there seemed to him more beautiful than usual. He watched in amazement, the accuracy and obedience it for a fraction of a second prevents the will of his partner. This dance seemed to be talking about her sacrifice, some kind of sublime dream to fulfill what she reads in the eyes of Tomas, were not indissolubly connected with him and were ready to answer the call of any man who would meet her instead. Nothing was easier to imagine that Teresa and his colleague - lovers. The simplicity of the imaginary image hurt him! He suddenly realized that Terezino body without difficulty present in loving intercourse with another male body, and fell into despair. Late that night, when they returned home, he confessed to her in his jealousy. This absurd jealousy, which proceeded only from a theoretical possibility, was evidence that Teresina loyalty he considered the absolute prerequisite of their love. So could he reproach her that she was jealous of his very real mistresses?

So he was so amazed when he woke up, realized that Teresa firmly holding his hand. He looked at her and could not provide enough information to understand what happened. He remembered just experienced hours, and it seemed to him: from them comes the smell of some unknown happiness. Since then, they've both enjoyed our shared dream. I would even say, the purpose of intercourse was for them not an orgasm, and the dream that followed him. And especially she couldn't sleep without it. When she happened to be one shot in her apartment (more and more becoming just an alibi), she couldn't sleep all night. And in his arms fell asleep, no matter how excited she was. In a whisper he told stories that were composed for her, was talking all sorts of nonsense or monotonously repeated words, sedative, that funny. These words turned into muddled vision that takes her to the first oblivion. He completely owned her bedtime and she fell asleep in that instant what he chose.

The unwritten contract of erotic friendship it was assumed that Tomas exclude love from his life. If he had violated this condition, the other mistress would be immediately turned to supporting roles and rebelled. That's why he tried to shoot for Teresa's apartment, where she had to carry my heavy suitcase. He wanted to take care of her, protect her, enjoy her presence, but he didn't have the slightest desire to change your lifestyle. No one needs to know that Teresa is sleeping in his house. The total sleep goes, was the corpus delicti* love.

The only thing they left on their own it is fear of women. He wanted them but was afraid. Between fear and desire he had to create a compromise; he defined it with the word "erotic friendship." He persuaded his mistresses: the only relationship in which there is no trace of sentimentality and none of the partners does not infringe on the life and freedom of another, can bring both happiness. And wanting to gain confidence that the so-called erotic friendship never grow into the aggression of love, he met with each of his regular mistresses only after very long breaks. He believed this method perfected and promoted it among friends. "Should follow the rule of triple numbers. Or to see a woman in a short period of time, but not more than three times. Or to meet her long years, but on condition that between the dates is at least three weeks." This system gave Tomas the opportunity to go permanent with their mistresses and at the same have numerous non-permanent. It is not always understood.

Recently I have caught myself on an inexplicable feeling of flipping through a book on Hitler, I was touched at the sight of some of the photos. They reminded me of my childhood; I lived it during the war. Many of my relatives died in Nazi concentration camps; but what were their deaths compared to that of Hitler reminded me of a bygone time in my life, the time that will never repeat?
This reconciliation with Hitler reveals the profound moral perversity of a world essentially based on the nonexistence of return, for in this world everything is pardoned in advance and therefore, everything is cynically permitted.

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Even my own pain is not as severe. As the pain of sympathy to someone, the pain of someone in pain, many times coupled with imagination, continue a hundred echoes.

We all do not tolerate even the thought that the love of our life may be something light, devoid of any weight; we believe that our love is exactly what was supposed to be; that without it our life would not be life. We feel that Beethoven himself, gloomy and long plays of our great love his "Es muss sein!".

Einmal ist keinmal, a German Tomas repeats the saying. Once is like never. If we live only one life - it means we have not lived at all.

Sometimes I will come to some kind of decision, even without realizing it, and then this solution exists by virtue of its own inertia. And from year to year it is more difficult to change.

To be in a close relationship with a woman and sleeping with a woman two passions not only different but almost opposite. Love manifests itself not in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire of a joint dream (this desire limited to one woman).