I was always in love with Latin. ´´Key canem´´, was written on the doorsteps of the houses, which means something like ´´beware of the dog´´. And that is exactly what people do with each other, even if in reality there is a latent desire to be attached. Be to a dogma, moment and even a person. how many things are lost by ego or complaints. And I could never make sense of it. Almost all live like caged birds, but I like to believe that I'm like some kind of wild horse. With its majestic trot, its mane swaying along with the wind and first of all the primordial: free. Nothing stops me from coming or going, changing tomorrow, leaving, changing names and changing countries or the like. I know that freedom manifests itself at just this point, knowing that I can. It is dangerous to experience this when we listen more to ego, selfishness and individualism, it makes us forget the possible consequences. Words and actions that are done in the wind in a bad way can cost us dearly. Sometimes we forget the real meaning of things. The greatest human experience that differs us from all animals is to be completely certain. “Mori mentum” means “remember that you are going to die”. This in itself makes us abdicate the ego, the relentless pursuit of prestige, money, and makes us realize that the most valuable things have no monetary price. It is the respect, the love we cultivate and what we leave for other people. I remember when I was younger (in my 15s) I stole flowers from a flower bed to give the people I loved, then put the flower behind her hair, and saw a smile. I loved the smell in my hands, as if it had been with me as well. And it was, the moment. That must be why I love smell. I love the sweat of a good sex, the smell that the skin gives off when having chemistry and the pungent horny, the taste of feeling the enjoyment very close to my mouth (or tongue), the smell of saliva when having bite .. the animalistic moment we feel alive. Maybe it's because of the energy exchange that most of the time nobody really remembers. I really believe this is one of the best part. Arriving at festive times I realize how wonderful this is, the cycles are always renewing. Perhaps this is the real beauty of wild horses: having indomitable spirit and knowing that we are part of a much more complex whole than we can imagine. Many thanks to everyone who accompanies me, whether you are woman (cis and trans) or man. I really enjoy it a lot and I will always be renewing myself, I love you all. Today there is no body nude, but there is soul nude. you accept? #storiesforyouwant