Sin Comments

Humanity, never served to know who invented sin. The sin is the child of intelligence that does not reach all, no more than their limited conclusions and judgments brakes for the pleasures and pains of passion, against which there is no logical arguments.. If life is a dream guided by the war and work, where love is the highest aspiration, I swear, everything. The war of love is the most cruel, violent and amoral than that of hatred, because if there is something better, I do not know...... who invented sin, do not know anything of what is human being, who transgresses even in dreams, nothing more than a break from real dream: life, the battle for love. I was born poor in cradle, mother poor, but since baby, my mother recognized in me the size of a queen who lives in the back of the official palaces of the Imperial Court, les courtisanes. She prasised to to heaven for me, the baby who slept gracefully, did not give work, not agreed with cries, with roguish smile and graciously played with my poor Jennifer, return your trapinhos of which way they went looking real costumes. God heard the cries of my mother, and fifteen years, my eyes attracted duels between young men who preferred to die, kill, so as to have me. After that was called sin and I got very upset, because sin, the passion is the source of the highest poetry: the tragedy of love. I was a great courtesan, if I had never served, I would already be lying under the earth. Deadly sins of all were made on my behalf, to spend a night getting my physical and spiritual gntleness. Praticing grotesque things, poor men do not want nothing but happiness, wealth, pleasure, finally, the maximum reward for an act of nature consistent with its rules. But everything has its price, and pain is then recovered through its share of losses. But why should not curse the sin, the last resource of having a dream and not a nightmare, which comes in second, if the war is lost. My servitude there entered, in addition to the war lost the priests said they hoped to hell the losers, maximum cruelty. For the winners, there would be hell also, but what is hell when you already have a real googd life, and that we have not even sure exists another, even more if we in skin, feel happiness here and now. A being that comes and says to sinners that no more sin, know nothing of human nature, and it is not nothing being crucified in place of passion murderers. I ask God to my eternal beauty remains, why the hell she atone invention: sin. Yes, there is only one sin: love the evil, this is the only unforgivable and should not be repeated. I know it is impossible the eternal beauty, even more for a woman devoted to addiction as I ever was. I ask Our Lady of Good Death, which gives me a peaceful death in my coffin and that my face is beautiful, closing with key of gold pay my servitude. Sin is not a utopia, try to stay a day even without sin, I bet you can not.
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