Thursday, June 24, 2010

In the US, we understand sexy but we struggle with the erotic. We read the body like we read the newspaper, by habit; with a glance. Our real failure in love is our failure to take our time. It's not in our nature to wait, to sample, to savor. We rush into love as if we were late to an appointment. Gabriel Garcia Marquez in his MEMORIES OF MY MELANCHOLY WHORES doesn't rush.

-Book review by Robert at www.goodreads.com
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  1. rennschnecke (Starranger)October 30, 2010 at 1:46 PM

    America is now everywhere , i mean real love
    must grow ! but the world is now a "charlie harper "world - 2 and a half men is now our world .
    from a German point a view your blog is only
    erotic and that is good here .
    although you sometimes confuse me very much ;-)

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