That passion has no compassion.What kind of life! He asks for things and protests when they go; he notices the presence and it brings back to consciousness a very human pleasure, because without it there is death, but its excess is perdition.
Life is a line, a very fine path; man is the son of destiny, he always walks based on his nature, if not, there would not be goals to fulfill nor way to follow. Here man surrenders to the elementary thing, which is never primitive, because of being a passion, he wishes and the necessity becomes a necessary fundamental art, that will allow him to follow the way ahead.
What is this?
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Appetite
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Author/Artist: Oscar Basurto Carbonell
http://www.mystichealingart.com/
