When April Ends

E. Degas. Sur le Lit 

"Open the mind. Focus in all things of the human mass to be really inside of the civilization, a characteristic to not be alone. Same, if sometimes, the precision of the decisions makes a remoteness existence or better, same if for few seconds it is possible to think in personal concerns. So, the mass thinking for the humanity desires arrives to make (almost) human actitudes: sadness and joy, contemplation and opinion. It is different to be human to be part of the humanity.  Sociality is about acceptation and appearance.  

Close the mind. Without thinking about leaving the eyes open or closed. Then, personal concerns appears and the focus is lost. Words in the mouth, talks about himself just to find themselves uncomfortable silences. At the end, egoist reasons as deep motivations are non-materialist and superfluous. Personal gists are the arguments and traces of a difference in a world when the numbers are more important than the names. The essence to draw eyes glitter in mind and remember the significance of dreaming. And of course, the importance to try to be real the imagination things, to be an individual, a living being before a part of the people, an animal part of a world fed of statistics. A world changing by vogue and not for inspiration.

Silence. Any idea appears in the afternoon that attends the rain. Even superfluous, much less internal. In a white mind, only the eyes searching the option to close them to call sleep. Sleep is an exit to escape of a fatiguing reality. Not to rest, sleep is the opportunity to find an interesting universe where dreams are not guided for the deceptions of the day to day. All tires for the everyday, the same looks, the same songs and the same abnegation to attends the next tale by T.V. (or the same excitation to read the same words by Internet). April was a collection of weeks to arrive juste to the end of a month, and more, to arrive to the end of a year. What about the personal goals? Not the (same) stories about the social and mankind realization to survive.

Music. And April ends in hours with sun and rain. Just the sound of the raindrops in the windows makes the rhythms to accompany the morning. A little and gentle song to think in the personal reasons to continue in dreams with the eyes open, in a fixed look to the roof. One and only in a world within the limits of a bed. Few moments to forget all things attending by oneself but, with the bizarre conviction that the others are those who expect something of us. May be, the persuasion of we are part of all of them. 

Sun. In two minutes the mind games developed to be part of the world take the time. There are not more bed world's. Mind stills open and the colors of the world, the extreme necessity to talk with someone or to write for everybody in the paper of the civilization, a phrase to feel existence and not the silence to continues the day without being noticed. An image attending hearts, views or comments for strangers. Socialization is about isolation with the deep reasons to alive. The same motivations to build a dream and to hide it from the rest. May be arrive to share a part with other who is in the same world within the limits of the bed."