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At which table do the livelier braves seat?

Sometimes, the supposed married couple, even if fleetingly, looks to each other; a calm and mysterious moment of tenderness.

She touches slightly his arm, once.

Why for being a more sincere person, should she turn off her digital instrument, if it doesn’t steal the value to that caress?

And why being together in silence should always be a sign of aridity and distance?

Of course, the distance could be a sign of unhappiness and the fact of stealing from people of that dialogue in which we only really exist.

Also, if we are speaking about people who love each other or they have been loved each other or they painfully realize to love each other but in a reciprocally incompatible way.

However, the cruel and inhuman mechanism of the reality steal to us much more often another asset: the loneliness, our need of being alone, sometimes to live at least in that Far West of our heart in which we are really true if we are alone, as the cowboys of the old western movies.

To love each other means also to understand and to protect that loneliness where the other needs; to understand that he or she could want to have lunch not at home, not only because there is a banal and always fully breakfast for working reason which doesn’t offend any marriage, but because on that day he or she needs to be only with their thoughts.