Any Survival

"Spring brings rain after sunny mornings. People walk to go everywhere and everywhere can be the other side of the planet. Dreams in multiple languages show the humanity desperation.  Broken nights and days in numbers. Words fallen in the deep of the soul to write stories to down instincts hidden in the ties. Broken desires and hopes transforming all time in the goals of the human inside a new civilization.  The new civilization which in the base has the same ridiculous argument of everyone of all All people in an escape from egoism necessary. Ignoring the internal voices and the figures in the night, the madness in the head.

People over all are women and men. Each one with the similar sensations in the basic, each one in a constant runner against the fear and social principles. Social? Civilization has in the base the similar argument to certify a survival in the time. However,  in the soft light in the morning or at the end of the journey, people play at being themselves, anybody is an individual, an only person living the era, each thinking selfishly, in some instants in the life.

Wind comes with tales remembering that a sea exists over the horizon. Tales of whispers, voices drawing naked bodies in the half-light of a room. The room which traps wishes in four walls and basic and deep instincts only known to blankets. Eyes illumining the pale light of the gloom, to show the realities of the wishes and forget the rest of the world in the instant that the wind is heard. Then, we can escape of the reality of the human nations, to build the site of the human deep desires. The individual moment to ignore any history or civilization. Not fear. Just an important moment to be suspended in the air and ignore any survival. The selfish time to ignore ay knowledge about the moment. The selfish time to feel what it want. Tomorrow is not important. Possible preoccupations are not exist in the moment to feel. Everything is now released to the oblivion."