ANXIOUSLY STATUES
“Rather choke a child in the cradle, which cradle of unfulfilled desires.” Anxious statues of blood dressed in clothes, and tied for a moment, in the first light of Trafalgar Square, quietly exchanging promises, questions, complaints and cries. Mocking slogans of forbidden love, none of them laments that they would like to be happy, dares to show himself naked. For centuries, in good company, it is customary that a big insurance company double take charge of the whole ceremonial of love, tailored guaranteed invoice. Golden rings with brand loyalty estate, oaths kept on a leash with a nice pedigree. Soon, if all goes well, as it should, to the Good Dance Education will be given a party, wedding and every step of the approach will be adjusted in advance, and degrees. But love is love, dance is dance. Maybe listen to the voice of the little god of Piccadilly Circus. Do not listen to Mr. Law, do not expect that it will adjust your input on the track. Love one another as of now, and do not pretend, love immediately, and when the hour, let yourself be good lovers, and then find yourself, if your heart is telling you, good friends for a long time, very long life.
(William Blake)
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