Eros

'Woman’s psychology is founded on the principle of Eros, the great binder and loosener, whereas from ancient times the ruling principle ascribed to man is Logos. The concept of Eros could be expressed in modern terms as psychic relatedness, and that of Logos as objective interest.'

C.G.Jung

anima/animus: in man and woman to be brought into the light.

Eros is ultimately the desire for wholeness, and although it may initially take the form of passionate love, it is more truly a desire for "psychic relatedness", a desire for interconnection and interaction with other sentient beings. 

Thanatos

hell, me, i should read on Eros and Thanatos?

i read fuck all about it.

and my very life force is Eros and none else.

i like Wilhelm Reich contradicting Sigmund Freud on the idea of Thanatos

as a basic drive and instinct in the human mind.

in humans like me.

Reich postulated that the estrangement from libido through the system of social control

results in the loss of freedom and in hate of sexuality.

Luigi de Marcho formulates there is fear of death,consciousness of death and there is death. basta.

good enough.

i simply hate psychoanalysis and gurus.

they are in the way as much as philosophers and politicians.

fc them.

but Hamlet is ok with me:

'To be, or not to be, that is the question—
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep—
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.'

Espinho, not the end of my life

From Pinhão to Amarante via Peso da Regua

as i was called a king

well , the king said to the queen,your Highness, my Queen, Lady of my heart, you who sets the rules for the court and the pace of time, i must take my leave. i will rather drown in my passion and sleep with the dogs than to die in your empty hand in which i cannot trust and where i find no peace nor shelter from the storms of war.

Well, said the queen, it is your choice.

To Pinhão, Douro

Eros, Ralph Waldo Emerson

The sense of the world is short, -
Long and various the report, -
To love and be beloved;
Men and gods have not outlearned it;
And, how oft soe'er they've turned it,
'Tis not to be improved. 

distillation

i find myself in a trap, and i always knew it is there.

only the sword could or can help now.

a knot in which i never wanted to find myself and where i cannot be me.

i am not ready

to distill desire

nor to leave longing.

i can see smoke

where i burn.

i cannot be forced

to transform one

into another.

it is not fair

to expect this.

i must follow

my way and my star.

i will always

stay alone now ,

more so and more