freedom and sharing

By one life, live it
In general everybody love to be free. It's sometimes so wonderful that no one around ties us with responsibilities or bothers us by their presence. But why are people still tied together by marriage or just living together? That's because we need each each other so much.

"It is rare to find people who actually like to be single and want to stay that way. What one finds more frequently are men and women who say they adore being single but who spend most of their nonworking time looking for some kind of sexual or romantic attachment"...(Suzanne Gordon - Lonely in America)

A human being is not a rock or a piece of wood. All of us, each one has a brain, a heart and a soul. We all know how the feeling of happiness and sadness is, when sharing and being shared is .... We feel how loneliness is ... Especially when we are lonely, that's the time we really need someone maybe just for a hug or a touch.

I sometimes really want to be alone. That is the time I live for myself, listening to my favorit music, reading a novel or just lying in bed doing nothing - being totally free from anything, anyone.... But a hug, a kiss, a touch is wonderful too, and they are just wonderful if the two souls are together and the two people are in similar wage length .... So ...

Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny
Well, it's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
Oh yes, the world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by

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As Time Goes By
music of the movie Casablanca
written by Herman Hupfeld, sang by Dooley Wilson in the movie

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