Until...?

"Deception. Frustration. The blood stains the Earth while the tears washed the faces. Astonished eyes in the international media seeing the mangled bodies without hearing, fortunately. Unbearable presences scream hatred, more murderous words, without considering the sadness of those who embrace the bodies in the street, clinging to what is was and what will never be. They are the lucky ones in the post-destruction moment because others have nothing to embrace, only memories and disappointment. Where far must go tolerance? Not to make a violent reaction, but yes to say anything. Until when must go the tolerance?. Space and time, frustration and an absolute resignation to make nothing and sometimes (often, actually) think anything. 

It is more easy to replicate than to think and write. In few words, as a newspeak phrase the idiots spread easy words and pictures of rage of others, and after, searching expiation they use religious words and they seek to justify their trahison. Why? Pleasure. Sex or nothing. Power?. Human goods in prayer forgive everything. Even the pain caused to someone minutes before of the first prayer. How we can find hope in the perfect people that they do not understand the right signification of life and love? For them, mourn is weakness. Pleasure is power. Freedom is a word not allowed. 

Almost we can believe in us. No in the words of love in the orgasm. But yes, in holding hands sincerely to overcome the fear, in the Sunday morning when the bodies intertwine to resist the next Monday. Surviving in a planet in destruction for a lot of people, however ready to create and to believe a mankind with a little of us, believing in the humans, in the facts, in the good intentions and in the peace. Reading and thinking before to speak, before to act. It not exist new words to say: but yes, facts to build friendship and to make real love.  

What is it possible to make? Insupportable people makes worst the bad times and more, when the loved ones have betrayed the hope in the days, following a different way making pain, following and open their bodies for the others that in the past, we observed with fear and compassion, but holding hands tightly, together with the certainty be each other, not both against the world but the two in the world. It is more easy to say the last words and at the moment of the true, simply, strongly be the best over the other and flee to seek pleasure. However, alone in the world it is possible to believe in us, in itself. As human. Be free in a world of masks and fashions. 

Where are you seeing also the dark sky, searching a little star with the way to follow to find inspiration? Decades of Earth time pass and the world in destruction needs the acts to finish the insupportable action of the people with religious hate. Some of us, only we can observe (alone) the frivolity for pleasure. What stupide man or woman can living on frustration? This is not strength or courage. But, they are the facts. And astonished in the moment of a Monday begins, the only certitude is that we can just believe, however, in the humans of the world. "