Saturday morning. Tonight I have work with the blind. From time to time I called. He is married and has not always been blind. It was a car accident, she lost the airbag in the face and stabbed the lenses of his sunglasses. You should not write these gruesomeness in my blog, but in order to serve as notice because it happens to me has more than one. What surprises me is that you leave the dough in my services, because when you no longer see, what else gives you a whore 30 euros or a 350? What does he care that is pretty or ugly, fat or thin? Suspuse always in blindness, beauty is constructed with the senses that remain, and the freedom from the tyranny of the image, the chance of being attractive is multiplied: Just a beautiful voice, a soft-touch body and a pleasant smell to be as attractive as any other. There is the view out there to lower points and reduce the attractiveness of a person, just because a nose is an inch more than necessary, or because the eye color is too vulgar, breasts are a little fall and the areolas are too big and dark lip is fleshy enough ... small deviations make a face millimeter longer harmonious and beautiful, and finally we condemn such a large number of constraints when seeking pleasure from the contemplation of beauty, it seems better to be blind to gender. So many people we did not like would be fine, just by virtue of those attributes most profound and intimate despises the sight distance and immediacy with which collects data, and that only the ear, nose, mouth and yolks fingers can feel.
Well, all this thinking of blindness is false in the case of my client tonight. He still preferred to girls who can do qualify as beautiful, or rather "they are good." Pardon my lack of modesty about it, but why would I lie, after all I know I'm beautiful and traffic with my body itself. My client says there is something intelligible, which can be sensed without the participation of the senses, physical beauty of a woman. He noted he knows when he's with a beautiful woman and when a ugly. I always quoted to explain a poem by Ezra Pound is known about memory and I just found on the Internet, so I copied it for you to know English (I dare not translate, lest she messes): Tame Cat
It Rests me to Be Among beautiful women
Why Should one always lie about Such Matters?
I repeat: It
Rests me to converse with beautiful women
Even Though Nothing But we talk nonsense,
The Purring of the invisible antennae
Is Both stimulating and delightful.
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