Now I am a whip coiling across your naked buttocks
Your flesh writhes under my caress, and your voice
Is shrill with pain and passion
I am a flame that crawls slowly about you
I have found the soles of your feet, and seek
each nerve center.

Things to worry about:

Worry about courage
Worry about Cleanliness
Worry about efficiency…

Things not to worry about:

Don’t worry about popular opinion…
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you…

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Llega un momento en que es necesario abandonar las ropas usadas que ya tienen la forma de nuestro cuerpo y olvidar los caminos que nos llevan siempre a los mismos lugares. Es el momento de la travesía. Y, si no osamos emprenderla, nos habremos quedado para siempre al margen de nosotros mismos.