Monday

"Searching a song to finish the last Monday of March is not an easy task because all lyrics are insufficient and boring. Silence is better than music, same if the sleep await a lullaby to reach a special story during the nocturnal scape.  A day without sense, lost without imagination or emotion, only the same rules and nonsense arguments to rest at the same time in mediocrity. Must be very sad not to inspire anything and find an only motivation: a temporal power without any influence. Tomorrow, their names will be forgotten. 

Thinking in the other times, when the love was written in lines in the sky and in events. Everyday, many decisions and any future, Today. Love or inspiration? Whit these words is possible to write an interesting song, but not for Monday, not for a lonely night accompanied by the silence. A tequila could be perfect for a date without year, simply a number and a day, the moment when the words are written in a white space attending an unprepared reader: someone without any expectation, perhaps a little and fairy tale to sleep. 

Monday. And if the new words had been said? Yes. A version of the impossible and non-existent to write the perfect and irreal song. Yes, it is possible to say: really, "you are the love of my life", thought in the past, another life existed. And with this simple phrase the music arrives to not allow sleep. Dreaming awake to not enough to scape. The new words, in Monday, are suspires and foolery,  a joke after sex. It was not a question of words, but of facts. At the moment of truth does not matter. Human time is about survival. The lyrics are for the people looking for excuses to dream. And a lot of broken hearts have survived and created other lives.

March, spring time in the most important part of the planet. But here was the third month in a bizarre year at the end of the civilisation. In other times, the sun and the rain called the poets while others felt the cold breeze in the mountains, like a breath to resist the present without thinking in the future. Nonetheless, Today, the future is a day thinking that for this life, the inspiration was a forgotten song, and this Monday was a time to not to believe in anything: humans, inspiration, songs, dreams or love."