Questions Before Midnight

"How to build new worlds? Dreams and inspiration, correct people and right times. Decisions however the fear and sometimes prevalence and persistence. Of course, there are many ingredients to make reality the fantasy, and it is for these all reasons to believe in the fortune or in the destiny.  At same time that the words are written to describe the best stories to inspire the people and many posts in the web say that everything will be better, lovers in action shows the imperfection of this world, to destroy myths and to fortify promises. Real promises. Promises with tears and blood, phrases in the worst of the time, between two shadows in fail with the candor of a rainy afternoon inside the city or in the darkness of a bizarre room without sex. Then, it is possible to build new worlds after the ruins of this... also, it is easy to build between two lost persons. Yes, a day they are one.

What about the old worlds? Destruction after capturing the existence of each one in a painting or a poem, searching correct words to write in a paper sheet or a white space in the computer screen, finding the ultimate traces in the canvas to paint the lines of the sadness and joy, passion and heartbreak moments. Destruction in a forgot way. Only they who inherit the Earth and the Time fail to do so. Forget. Frivolity and forcefulness. At the night their lips are in others, same if the promises (those spoken in perfection) were draw between their eyes and their suspires. Exclusivity is a sentence of the losers to laugh. So, there no exist any reason to prevail and to remember. Stay for nothing. Longings that prevent other lives.

Where to draw the lines to design dreams? A long question without any convincing answer.  It is possible to write in the wall of the city, some people, the correct people can read and follow the red line to arrive to the rupture. However, it is an intimate question. Words for the wrong time when the tears arrive in a lonely soul. There are no lips to receive the sadness and in the memory there are insults. The last reason to forget that the lines are designed better in the skin with lips and passion. No words, only suspires. The breath escaping to arrive to another soul. But, the destruction let debris and dust. May be, one day will be the possibility of a canvas in the reality of a body.

There are no unique answers. But the questions are the same. It is possible to play with the phrases to find stanzas of songs that recommendations to decisions face to the dearth of veritable responses. Minutes nastily arrive to the end of the day, and same if we try to describe with the best words the option to give hope, the reality is that the decisions will be always wrongs. But at the real time, almost are actions. They are not reflections about moments of sadness without any explanation (or reason to find almost one). At the end of the day, the fear for a lost time disappears with the sleep.

Any person is so perfect to judge another one. Same to find the motivations to judged himself. But the humankind is happy to find the worst of the other. The words to describe all imperfections, the image to say anything about the other, same if the promises were of love, and forever. It is bizarre and funny the limitation in time of the "forever" words. However, in hope, the strange motivation to believe allows to build the worlds and to draw one more time the lines in the nudity. At time of the darkness, before the arriving of the morning."