“A neighbor of the miss and college student Caren Brum Paim, 22, admitted on Friday that killed the girl. The model's body was found at a farm in Caxias do Sul, Rio Grande do Sul in the mountains. Farenzena Eduardo, 19, told police an ex-boyfriend and that Caren murdered out of jealousy” [Terra / Brazil]
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I was reminded of a statement of the "Red Light Bandit" in which he says he was angry and smelling those beautiful women who would never be him, then raped her ace.
In the case of this young man may even have been love, but out of the ordinary we will walk through another gap to the desire of BEAUTY.
Me looking at the deepest of my being come to the conclusion that one day even remotely thought to be gay, I have always admired tremendously feminine beauty, in a pre-teen was something even more intense because it was an admiration free up some sexual desire.
I was very shy and was very envious of colleagues who got a girlfriend, if she was beautiful I thought the place of that individual, how he was happy.
My mind is not the killer then never wished ill of anyone, but I remember the pain that was not having access to so much beauty.
At school I liked to sit near the most beautiful of the class, I do not even talk right, enough to be there close to the beauty.
I never know how far I can take a meditation, but the most amazing we never forget, combing the trails left by the feeling of love went to where it all began, the first time I was struck by this feeling and surprise ... HE WAS NOT THERE !
In the gym there was a girl who does not get out of my head, when it was thought to have crossed LOVE with this feeling, I remember one day seeing her stroking the face of a colleague, the day ended for me with 10 or 11 years was there I was wishing for death itself, I think that differs from the minds of killers who respect life and this action before a disappointment, want to kill the first, the others are depressed, or no longer want to live.
For the passion killers to end the presence of the loved one will also cease to exist, as for [say] "romantic" is better to die as to kill the beloved will not kill the memory of BEAUTY.
With the beloved living can still occasionally just to be near, just admire it. Killing the beloved does not make sense, since it would kill all our hopes proximity ... uh, the text will be long after I go.
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