Striker of The Gods

As they slept in the house of the royals, Caos and Leonore embraced together tightly as if the night were endless, reaching the toes of love and the star of the night. In the end, they were where they wanted to be. In truth, many individual would give everything just for an ounce of love in their life. That is to say that they would go to the extent of killing someone to have a love. Even so, it would not make them elegible to have one lover. The thing is, the honest love waits. It is patient. It is kind. It perseveres. It hopes. It does not delight in lies but in the truth. The more you love this material hell world of senses, the more you deprive yourself of the connection to the logos. That is to say that you embrace the greatness of what we can actually intiate the aspect of what it means to love through love in itself. For it has been more than enough to relish in the great canvas of reality. That is to sat that you know that the lover has always been unloved: Christ.

Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!

The sun woke up, shining upon the valleys of spain and the cities of Hispania in the most enchanting way, taking the shape of a sword. A sword that can break the normal and the normality. Fundamentally, the normal represents what you consider to be usual on a daily basis. Whereas, the normality is what people consider to be normal as a collective. The more you try it, the more you change the inner desire to do it. The thing is, people could try to beat it by their own means. But the day had just started.

Basil: (he woke up, looking at the beautifully sculpted naked body of Leonore and touched her carefully as if she was made of the purest marmole)

One need not scale the heights of the heavens, nor travel along the highways of the world to find the logos. With purity of mind and holiness of heart one can find Him in one’s own heart that shake the look of your little love and the main touch of what it means to be with you in the very essence of life where you can feel the honesty of death. But to be honest, excessive liberty and excessive servitude are equally dangerous, and produce nearly the same effect.

Leonore: (She grabbed him by his chin passionately with utmost care and touched his neck as if she were the great queen of China just to kiss him as if he were Cyrus II)

The more you care about this love that you say to have for me, the more it fades into the oblivion of the void. The thing is, you do not know how much I love you and yet I know that you have other women apart from me. Even so, It does not reduce my love for youl. That is to say that my love is true to what I am in my love for you in itself. The thing is, I cannot feel what it could be a life without you. With an open mind, seek and listen to all the highest ideals. Consider the most enlightened thoughts. Then choose your path, person by person, each for oneself like the way you love despite it all.

Basil got up and then got to make one magical dessert for Leonore: The Carolina de Bilbao is one of the most popular desserts in the northern Basque Country. Over 100 years old, it was created by a baker from Bilbao for his daughter’s birthday.

This simple yet delicious treat is made with meringue, puff pastry, egg yolks, and chocolate. It’s easy to find and perfect to enjoy any time of day if you have a sweet tooth with one lover who could actually trap the only history in the world that we can actually be in the only life that we can have.