Cold However the Sun Remains

"It was cold but the sun was there. A perfect day, however the wind, without any worry, because the concerns are hundred miles away. Any frustration, of course, because they are several years in the past. The mountain, the smile, music and the wind noise or more, the noise of the board while going over the hard snow.  White, blue, some gray. Wind, the heart beats very fast and the body gets tired quickly, so, past and future, the miles away are here. Age? May be, but the reality is that tomorrow a periplo start to arrive in a difficult place where some people believe in hope. A place like there, it can not exist to perform a new civilisation, but it is necessary to transform, to create.  

But, sometimes we are tired. And sometimes people rest tired, in disgust due to the hope in time, hope in construction while people loves destruction, and the emotion is more easy to exploit that any reason to build and to argue. And on the other hand,  the argument is bored, with easy and non unreal consequences, however, in a tragic world where the prayers are more important that any think, people hates to confront a misconception against the evident and the data. It is the idea to exploit passion and not reason. As a premise necessary to guarantee destruction. Or almost make them think that it is possible. But, after the destruction... what?

Tired.  The legs hurt and tremble along with the back. What happen? Sun, wind, the music and the noise of the day. White and blue same with the cold ambiance and the reality to be there, as the consequence of a dream (and not an illusion).  It is not possible to breath good and the eyes close to sleep. Reality and desperation can better than the optimism and the words disappear to write a new song to rest alive. However, a smile appears as a reflection against the cruel truth. Real braves rest in reason on feelings based in optimism and something that some people say that they are principles.

It forgot to jump the mountain whit the back in the snow and the eyes in the blue sky.  In fatigue, forget what's important is easy because the transcendance is to survive. The music and the wind is over, dreams too, and the only goal is to arrive sure to the end of the mountain, may be sleep and think that the real frustration is the day: a beautiful day to not enjoy. A lost creation, in hope. But, almost it is possible to build an argument to try one more time in a another day, not necessary the best one. 

A cold day, however the sun remains in the same reason that the optimist in the difficult places rest in minds. In seconds, a new day start and the civilisation follows the passions, fortunately the minority thinking in present (not in real futures) makes that someone build an important dream, from a simple idea. it is not necessary to yearn the blue sky and the white and cold snow in the back. In any case, in these difficult places it is more important just to arrive. Or almost to recognize the fatigue... and the bored time."