How compelled we are to buy little things, needless things, useless things even, just for a change. A new thing, anything different, a coffee from Colombia to save us from the routine of home-supermarket-home. Like an impulse, a death wish: sacrifice it, kill it, spend it! And the electric aura lasts for a few hours, just enough to land safely in the couch, it’s all fine - traceless poison.

I was watching through the window a middle age man and a woman in front of my apartment. The gestures subtly denounced an intense courtship, disguised as trivial conversation. Without hearing the words I could stick to what mattered: gestures, smiles, body language. His stronger attitudes were replied with avoidance, just so that she could state the pace of the flirt. Her avoidance would then be dissolved to the initial stage where she attracts him, but not too much. His gestures with hands, taking more space, stating how strong animal he is, were followed by her (she is also strong), who would always end up pointing to him, the dominant part. As I approached them passing by, there was a need for me to be acknowledged into the conversation: not as a leading, but as supporting role; I should not cast a shadow on the male that was courting the female, but I should be present enough to see them — I had to see them, or else the courtship would lose its importance, its beauty: the world was not impressed by it, they were not in the spotlight even when performing the timeless ritual, therefore their reproduction was not admirable, it was not desired by the world. I had to briefly admire them, in the least, see their faces for a second (or when I would leave the scene the power would leave with me, and in a couple the dominant part has always to be the strongest part in the whole world: if not the strongest, at least respected). A court is always a happy thing, an inspiring ritual, it is the promise of perpetuation.