Walking in the Lost Hunts

"A treasure hunt. When people search inside the reality forest, among different cruel worlds, the goal of the journey, this something is important. Really transcendent over all comfort, the motivation to leave tranquility and peace. If you search the moments, the excuses to be with the inspiration makes the only valid argument to be together.  

But in a plate world, motivations are causalities to receive more. And not to give. There are twenty years before, in the past,  some people thinks in the profit, but not all. Today, it is impossible to not be personalist. May be a handful of romantics remains in the street of the present. People with eyes that leak tears when the sadness arrives or when the spectacular and inspired moment is finally real, leaving a dream to be part of the seconds to remember. In two minutes, it is possible to explain how the people which write in the sky with the loving glance all reasons to dream, they disappear or die. At the end, is the same thing.

Alone is when there are not a motivation to be found. To search the share existence with another one. When the name not is a name to remember or to use our leaps to repeat its cry or a simple laugh. It is not easy to recognize when it goes out to be important for the other one. Worst for all of the persons in our live. The moment when everyone people walking in the hours of today ignoring the existence of the other.. 

Romantics belive in lost hunts. Without time, without understanding, only with the strong words about the hatred launched from beloved lips. Attending another opportunity, each time with more difficult, to create inspiration. Same if the plate world finish to kill them, same if the sexual moment is only an one way-pleasure. At the end, almost a poem remains in the world to show a real history of an endless journey."