Mesh

"Eyes in coffee. Eyes in sky. The bodies that found them while the eyes do not remain long time in a only look. It is insupportable. Like the truth and the lie itself. In any case it is possible to no imagine or think anything about the pain or the betrayal while our shadows follows movements of passion without speak about love.  Words are thorns because always they are comfortable justifications for the worst of ourselves. It is preferable the groans and sighs. The laughter and the silence.

For pleasure (and power, but at the end is the same), many people are capable of not being so integral and forget their supposed principles.  The delight of to be as human as the egoism can define its existence. Not the shadow, it is not a question of love only an orgasm. Same if tomorrow I lost my friend and my country. Same if at the night I'm alone because there are not any trust because the loyalty is a question of opportunity. And convenience. So, the advisability is preferable over the sentiments of poets and heroes. In fact, they are all death. Dead by my and I rest in success because the Earth in this time is for me and not for the rest. However, the intellectuality, the tree of the good and the evil gives the perfect excuses, not the regrets or feelings.

Monday night. Saturday night. Our lips do no taste the same but nothing happens, we are travelers in  parallel time when it is possible to rest in peace and oblivious to the destruction of the world. Our world, just caught between the mesh of our sex and our hair.  Eyes are not necessary and the basic natural instinct guarantees freedom and peace. Freedom trapped? An utopian situation, cynical and contradictory but without hurting anyone. May be, in this story the only victims are ourselves. Victims and perpetrators and the problem start when another, unable to find his own fantastic tale, he wants to enter and breaks the moment that exists in a glass bubble. And breaks it.

Then, words are not say anything. Alone, each one in its corner of the world recognize that there are not comfortable excuses. However, no one is perfect enough to judge and it is of this way that the fantastic tales finish in a real and civilized ending. Good bye the magic nights and by jealousy or I  don't know why human reason, the supposed love is over and the consequences remember that for some of us, the dawn is only a moment in a day to close the eyes and restart the time. Intellectual endings for someone. Just a new story to live, to write in skins and ways (not only to read) for us. "