Comprehension

"Understanding. Sorrows and needs of the others. Calls and messages are answered, tears drying on my shoulders while expected in the time beyond what is necessary. Satisfactions continue in the dark, more than the soul and the lips can resist. What about the own desires? No shouts or calls, only sobs and tears in the dark. Tears that finally end on a pillow, alone. 

However, Who fight for us, the fragile wars for love?  Does not matter. At night, all reasons must be understanding and if not, we are marked as unconscious, the kind of detestable people with the impossibility to see more that their own needs. If at the night, does no matter? Same, we are disinterested,  people with the impossibility to engage in love. Egoist.

Who understand us? What about me? Social educations of the new world teaches about understand the others, but in the deep little things, comprehension is for the others, always, and sometimes we need a look in the night when the sadness arrives. Where are the answers of my silence? The lips in our skin and the words more than an "I'm sorry". May be the complement to the silence. Only the sufficient to be important one second. A night.

Sometimes I think in the hope of the battles for me. Where are the battlefields for us? Why, the questions are to demands our action, but never, the revelation of the others for us? In any case, does not matter. Nothing is the sufficient important to exige the understanding of the others about us, and more, in the deep little things. "