PLEASURES ARE ALWAYS THE CRADLE OF SYMPATHY
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My earliest memories I can fix in time the precious moment in which I started to taste and become a fan of him or vicious. Captivate or repugnant, chocolate and won his place in history and for many of us that pleasure is enough. However curiosity compels me to ask when such a combination of cocoa seed which after being processed and be of added cinnamon, vanilla, and some other species became a pleasure me?.
boxes of chocolate, sweets, or in the form of tablets, all seasoned with various ingredients such as nuts, nuts, grains, rice, raisins, filled with liquor, formed a kaleidoscope of flavors that accompanied me since my childhood and I still remains true as the butterflies to the lights or the child to the ball.
My body and my palate, has imported not know his story. If the chocolate was born with a game that dates back perhaps 1502 when the explorer Christopher Columbus on his fourth voyage to America landed in Guanaja Island (Isla de Pinos in what is now Honduras), and on his return to Spain offered it to the Catholic Kings is not relevant. I just took delight you and sometimes he even takes your breath and leads you to move with real joy for a temporary madness that is called chocolate. The celebration of lust begins to just watch and make reason and sanity to lose their right minds So simple.
That same god Quetzalcoatl in ancient times men have been the first seeds of cacao, only corroborates that is food and pleasure of the gods. We must surrender to His Majesty and their intake actually makes us more lively, sharp, waiting for the mixture is melted in the taste and we prodigue mild tingling.
The pleasure has been with us the first time, like a caress, begins the journey of the senses without shame or modesty. When Hernan Cortes discovered Mexico in 1519 and was offered by India's Marina ("Malinche") a cup of the drink called Xocalatl, was amazed and dared to describe with the words "baby when one can travel the whole day tirelessly and without having to eat. " The conqueror had been captured and cocoa beans would reign in European courts.
Chocolate gives us comfort when there are dark days. We are delighted when a gift from the beloved. No resistance to her fiance enjoyment. The body is weak and prudence flee. It bends the mind and falls in ecstasy, as if anticipating a well-deserved orgasm. There is no passion without delivery, although advises us to discern if we attach to it without hesitation, we set ourselves a limit. Do not want to resent the abuse our bodies and we are unable to find the remedy.
As every vice that makes us prey, I can not rebel even knowing that there may be collateral damage. It's like kite flying upward toward infinity without seeing the risk of the electrical network. However
fear the consequences. The fear is linked to vascular body. Guilt and fear stalks the effects stealthy as a ghost appears. Weak belief that their daily consumption may reduce heart risk is not sufficiently proven. There is an ongoing debate and experience persuades us not to follow the action when the multiplication of an error can lead to destruction.
The problem is that the bans do not work for medical orders. It is known that the pleasure of the forbidden or unattainable, far from being a wall that prevents us from transgressing it becomes a spur of addiction.
I know I sin to eat too much and hopefully reveal that I impose a mild penance and see in my confidence, not a belated repentance but a fair promise of change.
In conclusion, reveal in the truth openly. I set myself that part of the whole of what causes me pleasure, without being indiscreet, I think silence is not better than say without hindrance from our weaknesses. Who is wise and confesses his guilt becomes more prone to forgiveness rather than condemnation.
I can only thank the chocolate for the moments of delight in his company, but at the same time and without thereby committing the affront to smear, I have to say burning words which also has all the blame. If I confess a defect in disgrace, carried in the hips absolve me. I resign myself to think that I think easier to carry the weight of my slip-up to live without glory to taste the fruit of Theobroma cacao .
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