Blue, Glass, Steel and Time.

"Nine days and some hours. Several years and few minutes with the same kind of thinking, in a summer night when the ideas are a collection of words to say what is wrong, with any possibility to find what is good. Same errors, a consecutive serie of frustrations, may be the tale written in the parallel page where the story as the bad end. A consequence of the non-understanding decisions of an humanity in a bizarre universe, without sense. The conclusion of a time, may be, nine years and a second. And the conclusion is that happiness is a continuos research.

Only later, the fall is the same. It is more easy to say "I will not do...'' but the ignorance of sadness makes a joke in the real decisions and facts. What about the promises and phrases, said face to face a mirror? Oh yes, my lord, I can not to say that I love you... but the reality is that I like only to know the taste of your body,  without receive the breath from your lips... and the song finish with the noise of the wind over the high road. Does not matter, several words are sufficient to perform a story about the frustration of the lonely life in all world, for an human being lost in the civilisation.

A decision by silence, not because is time to take one. Summer with sunny long days are not nice to find an excuse in a city to be in solitude. The blue sky and the glass and the steel and the beer makes a perfect excuse to rest without think in the worst of the world. So, no crucial decisions and the supposed equilibrium is just a reason to write incoherences in the middle of the year, feeling a summer in other time, when the future is the consequence of non-decisions taken, an story for the non-protagonists in a worldwide story. The characters are part of the argument of the real story with global impact. And us? and me?

Please, do not ask me anymore... and I don't know why I demands more and more of the others, of the time and of me.  If the enemy is built with the shadow in the morning, it is more easy to identify how it is possible to ignore the ridiculous process against himself and the personal judgement. If, almost a smile gave me hope. But, it is easy to arrive to be the same enemy, the same ridiculous character without any convenient answer to write a song for the rest of the journey. I'm sorry.  Not with you, with me.

Blue, glass, steel and time. Lost in the mirror, the other universe with the parallel words like themselves on this side. Sorry, not with you, with me. Because I said the oldest words of the others, not my words. In June, the blue is insoportable because there are not reason to do not be happy. The silence will be better but there is to late because the error was committed. If nine years, the steel and the time were fragile, there are not anything to reflex in this world. Happiness is a continuous contradiction between the noise and the silence."