"Today, I' ve fear for the silence of the others, because this quiet environment with any words is conspiracy and soughs. I have faith, same if I don't believe in the words of the man, but yes in the passion, I believe in the feelings and in the facts, the crossed hands in a walk in the city or in the border of the sea, the tears in a sunset and in the sex. These real stories are the input for hope without the false and fast promises. Today a world with the vindication of the fragility is a beautiful characteristics of the humans, it allowing sense. On the other hand, the forcefulness is only an attitude of the egotistical and violent people, who they believe themselves better than others. They believe that they can judge.
However, I decide to come to terms with the past. A reconciliation with the oldest damons and the new prejudges. In a contradiction, I see the day of Today with the joy of the unknown future. Without hate, without love, simply with the hope in the fraternity and new smile without thinking in the past lips and in the last tears at yesterday night. Same if it is possible that this time is only a fast dream, I embrace this dream. Alone, I enjoy the moment when the day down in a city so I said I forgive you and I forgive myself, besides I never ever speak to you and I keep talking to myself. But, there are not more hate.
In my peace internal processus, I decide to write new words to build new happy memories. May be, it is not possible to leave in the oblivion all past, but yes, it is important to persist in the only thing to make now, weaving new worlds with the best of each one. All the rage already expelled and the tears dried in the sun an afternoon at weekend. There are was no rain hearty enough to wash the face with them. However, a lot of people as me, they are here, standing and they returning a simile against all contradiction of the life, same if they forgot the word love, like me. But, we recognize the importance of the word fraternity.
We make the peace with the other has attacked us and we have hurt. We make the peace with ourselves, leaving the past yesterday and we develop new days and nights with now decisions. In a self-help speech, it is time to see the sunset and the down, I think in a poem phrase with tranquillity after the desperation, that is time to see the storm with all the lighting, I shaver with the cold wind and feeling the the pang raindrops on my face. I recognize the fear of the dark clouds, I get excited and I smile against the cruel beauty of the nature. Despite my fragility, firmly against the frivolity and convenience of some humans.
The silence of the others finish. And of course, the internal voices call the names of the war and sadness. Actions of hatred and stupidity can easily lose the temper, mistaking all justifying the strife as the love and pride are the flags playing with the wind gusts. However, we are here in the middle of the tempest, in calm, seeing the ways illuminated by the thunders. Few seconds after the last sky noise a first step occurs with a little of fear and excitation. In some lines, the worst of the peace is to maintain it, against all internal and external reasons to continue in a fight. All excuses for a war to run quickly to the end of the days. All excuses against one only reason is sufficient to try hurt. Nevertheless, I decide to walk and enjoy the storm, keeping in peace."
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