Any New To Say

"Raison. Arrogance and rhetoric are the main skills of a thinker in this unreal world. A world between discurses and achievements in an agenda when the days are numbers and steps to go anywhere. This is the space to find the true? What true? The only one converted in a dogma. Then, I understand the deception of this time and some questions in our mind remains hours and hours why the inspiration is not found? and more... why any explanation is sufficient to define and scape of the weariness?. No answers. 

Any written word is a sentence, a confession. And more, any such banal phrase is demandable. Not, anyways the think is processable and quickly blameable. Where are the dreamers and builders of the planet? They are among the discussion between laws, philosophy and linguist. They are sad and hopeless. They are in silence because it is not possible to say any new. And in any case, a discussion would lead somewhere, but not this. It is not possible to recognize a pair. An equal. The others?. Do not care. They are busy fleeing fear and they are intoxicated with the possibility to achieve the pleasure, without achieving it.

After years, we will be judged by the indifference, the real cowardly and our arrogance. Where is the minority to make us survive? Why not one of us? Why not me? Why not you? In the future, if we survive, someone read about these years, as some one others do, we read about the children trapped in the obscurantism times. A lot of people not responsible because the divine and sacred will take about of everything. In any case, there is not any new to say. And there are those who are still unveiled and cry for not having found the sufficient words to develop the new to say. So, silence remains and its accompanies the choking. The anguish. 

There are lights and music. The same odours of dessert and liquor in the environment and the stories to remember nothing in importance. December. We arrives to the end of the days of a year (supposed one of the years of the future) and there are a lot of information but any good idea, only frustration. Nothing has been surpassed and the passion is only a distractor for nights and moments. At the morning, same if there are a sun, we await almost a reason to stay at the bed. Because there is nothing to believe."