Still Youngs

"Some conversations are interesting. And also, some silences. It's difficult to separate the faces of the people in the time with their words. Certain looks too and moments when the sky change of color, to perform the tales written in the skin, for ever.  It's more easy when a good human, it is possible to reduce all things and thinks to simple desires. Good humans in the stories are the heroes always. Good humans are not the good people, but, they enjoy life. 

In a part of the time, people think they have left. Love and moments. Dreams and plans, decisions in a moment to repentance later. Desires..., sites. Promises that we hope for life, but in reality, we learn that we have many lives. The most part of the time, people reject the possibility to experience other things or more simply, to still in the promises to perform unknowing worlds. The worlds when the love remains and finish in a life of voyages together. Is another type of liberty, the same type of the people that re-invent new stories to live in all their existence. 

Conversations with everyone, tell about the fear and how the world conspires to make the wrong decisions. Wrong? They talk about loneliness and the corps in a bed to find pleasure. Not now. Why? Because it exist the fear to enjoy today. Impossibility to search the past voice almost to said hello and not to remember, the possibility to write another story. However, the silence is better, and also, depends of the first story.

Silence is better. Equally fatigant. It's possible to think all possibilities and all responses.  It's possible to think that in all time, the shared and dreams seconds are lost time. No moments after make love, no lights in the eyes in the deep of the obscurity. All possibilities to re-start other stories, but, it's when in the deep of the same obscurity, it's possible the complete oblivion? Yes, for the good human. The humans than still young to revitalize the passion and the life. Optimism make that may be in a future, without the oblivion, the possibility to recreates new stories in the same life arrives. The possibility to write in the same skin, with the years, other stories to collect. Without fear and sadness.

Now, the sky changes of color and the snow in the mountains reflect the red sun. A simple smile appears in the scene and it's time to walk holding hands with someone. Forget for an instant the false expectatives and remember that new and fascinant stories can write anytime, with other people, any night with the same people in other time. Still young and not forget that the eyes have the same light of yesterday."