Darling, My Darling

"Closed eyes. A breeze makes the flowers moves from side to side, in a dance, they swing while the sand begin a flight, a new story that can ends in a center of a song or as it happens very frequently, in a tear after a love word.  It's April, there are no surprises. Nothing happens when the matters to resolve are only souvenirs in a past of people of thirty-something years and the time is only a measure of how many times the heart was broken in the life. However, each one of them, was worth it. A tear should be the dew on the petal of this flower, yes, the flower dancing in a blue afternoon Monday.

Eyes wide open. The sky and the earth do not have any visible limit. Silence, there are not more than the shadows of the masses of grey and concrete between the yellow of pollution and a Sun with light, suffocating, oppressive and sultry with the common dreams. "A day, darling, we will find that point in the mountain where the dreams and the reality will converge as our lips, as our bodies this afternoon". One night some humans should listen the song of all the break souls without the importance of the city or the resistance of the valley. Tomorrow, my blood will be in the earth and the rain will not enough to disguise the tears. The blood is just part of the landscape.

Lips parted. A tongue attends a breath of the other mouth. The sprit still the moment to arrive to the body. Yes, this is the mountain, and at the top, more than it is possible to see in the horizon, there are our pyramid, a cusp built by men and not by the gods. Why it is necessary more magic that this moment, when the nature says: "This afternoon, my darling, it is the time to not makes any more. Tomorrow is other day to forgive not to forget."

Holding hands. May be is thirty or forty. In this moment, same the wine or the breasts contained a simple inspiration is sufficient to resist the world. Stay here is an act of courage and not a simple causality. And with something to believe is more easy that searching a reason to not to leave. Yesterday night, before descend of the pyramid was more easy, but in this tale, the wolf for first time is not the bad. 

"My darling, this afternoon we are in a dream, your dream. In a world where the sky and and the earth are distinguishable".  In any case, for the correct people the truth is not important, is extraordinary only "their version of the reality". A reality with victims and culpables. Meanwhile, they, the cult, are judges of them because they are sufficiently goods to measure the others. One eye open and the other close. From the mouth only the sentence can be declared so, there are not any time for a kiss or for a body. Their tongue us to accuse.  It is Monday, the only day to start to be."