Nowhere

"The Nights have been hot, unbearable. Temperature suffocates and mosquitoes do their work to not let sleeping. No silence, but yes anxiety and tiredness. The immense desire to sleep prevails and also, the need of the arrival of the end of the days to try one more time to repose.

This is not a futuristic scene, is the present. The reality of a changed weather and missed cities between the modernity and the discomfort. Boring cities only to produce survival people, the day to day time without dreams or projection. Cities built with ash, cement and asphalt. Not a place for the people, it is a place to automates in a long present, without a real future. 

Nowhere, lost in the mountains. With a name easily forgotten. With streets overrun with cars, no people, without smiles, immersed in a reality following the TV script without intimity or love. Survivals following the money to have and not to live.

Actually, is not easy no write about it.  In mornings after detestable nights, words appear in each minute during the wake up. The difficulty is to endure the hours until the night comes and to scape to the grizzly 6:00 p.m. And to start the hard 8:17 a.m.

The heat is stifling, a fan moves hot air from one place to another and the mosquitoes move from a place to other. A screen is on, reporting that this "working" so only look pair the roof. The office is closed to ensure privacy and ensure no disturbance, but in my mind it breaks out somewhere running, escaping.

The day is hot, unbearable, bore. Nowhere "