June

"Wednesday night. No reasons to think in tomorrow and a moment without memories to remember the yesterday. Songs are repeated in the radio and although the bodies left in the bed the mark of passion or the track of a simple sleep. A line in the veld, a place where there are not an extended argument to write about love or hate. Just a temporal instant of the life, seconds in June when the darkness and the light are characters in a tale. A little story written in split-second decisions. Shadows and voices in a night to scape of any responsibility or commitments. 

Who is in the position to judge or to exige anything? May be, the verdict is depending the social rules and the own promises. Culpability is about the self damage and the falsehood own, words spoken so easily, "I love you forever", "I'm only yours"..., however, it is not question of love or promises. Is just reasons to be. Words are written and spoken with the flippancy of the human appearance, however the sinful acts, the tears and the groans tell more about itself. The legs that open to catch bodies, glances and sex, the breasts and lips receiving tongues and fluids of fervor tempests, all of them say as much as the stab in the back. A contradiction of the human feelings that confirm the ambiguity and temporality of the consciousness. So, why is the eagerness to promise? 

Appearance. Inspiration is an understood word and the fears are against the violence of the end times. A menace to forget love (what final love?, why use the word "love"?). Without the possibility to find the correct words or the new phrase attending to open the eyes and lips (all of them) to recognize sexuality and feelings. A trepidation in a sadness tale with a stab in the chest. And too late, the instinct is remember, the first impression and basic think that prevent our surrender to the real world, the deliver to a human being forgetting its temporality. Nothing and nobody are forever. No one said it. And a declared eternal love confirm it at the moment to said good bye. To write with tears never ever.

Fear of himself. In to the darkness, weeping may be the song of the night. Violence against itself. In to the lightness, tears may be considered debility.  It is so easy to disguise frivolity with forcefulness, and more when the fragility is shown in silence and sadness. In any case, at the end of the night while the wine cup is drunk, compromises and love words are part of a tragic-comedy argument for a human theater.  The free spirits were caged birds, who escaped in flames, they are guilty and they fly in freedom over the others.

June starts as a poem. Words following the sorrows and desires sufficient to accept the reality of the temporality of the forever in the human promises. June in a first day, in Wednesday was a sunny day with a dark night without stars. Songs and questions without the pretention of answers or lyrics to be understanding.  However, with all words and images, June is a sixth book of the human-cosmic inspiration novel with the fears and desires. Tomorrow, a menace against the art and sexual recognition of the human instincts and desires will be arrived in form of warnings and abuse. Then, however the forgetfulness, It is possible to smile because despite the time and frivolity, we are there. In the most deep of their thoughts."