Respirando

Whoever has a developed alien suffers and makes them suffer. There are relationships between the aliens of two people that consume each other. It is sadness that overflows and hurts, a waste of time and life.

Aliens are saboteurs of happiness. At the first sign of well-being, there they come, pointing out what is wrong, looking for the exit door, looking for what is missing, what could be different. Yes, aliens love the future of the past tense: could, should, would, would, would improve, would like. Everything would, but it won't, because the alien lives on incompleteness, lack, uncertainty, doubt. Aliens feed on the ideal that is not enough.

Aliens hate sleeping together, legs curled under the blanket, Afternoon Session on a cold day, popcorn, wine and chat, music, travel and all those things that bring people closer to the essence of the meeting. Aliens like games, manipulation, playing detective, betrayal, guilt, exposing the other's weaknesses, making them smaller, turning their backs, dubiousness, confusing. Aliens love the darkness, which is not said, author fulfilled prophecies. Aliens love the phrase 'I told you so!'