"A reason more to do not stay. The rain in the forest is the sufficient whisper to go of this civilized world, where the people assault the other (and the nature) because he has the right, over all. The citizen accepts the order of the things without any question. If not, fortunately, the jungle is there. And the solitude (and freedom) is the punishment (sufficient) to be a forgettable person. In fire, same if your sex was in my lips, my body did not open towards you... same if I was wet... in fire. Because you are basic, a bad man. Searching only the trees and the branches in a distant place without me. The rain in the city is the sufficient frustration to leave responsibilities and agendas, just to say: I survived until Today: tomorrow I leave the box and the numbers, following the traces of them, the men with names.
Not all the pages in the books were read. 334 days in survivance and a lot the years without the correct questions (and of course, with silence, any intelligent answer to transform the life) and the new words. Fortunately the guitars and the screams are here, bothering everyone. Almost, one question appears in the time to lunch: what's happening here? Yes, my loyalty is for my friends. You are my friend (however the desire) and as friend, it is not possible to tell lies. A lie must be an I love you, but the true is that I love you too. So, some books will remain closed this year attending the eyes after the crying.
I survived 29 days of November in the world. This night, the moon is a memory. The same memory of your phrases after the last kiss and the last sex. Why? A question appears during the last tequila, and a sigh can accompany a possible answer, the humanity is not capable to build a common vision, the secrets (and the headache) still in the minds because the personal ambitions are more important that the survivance. However a dream of transcendance could be the motivation to accelerate a common end, and a bizarre and new beginning. Why? nothing new to say however my love, however your desire. Then, nobody is going to save you, because when you decide to play with fire, all consequences depend of you.
Guitars and screams. Piano and silence. In the cold day of the middle of November, In first person they said me "make them miss you". In the same first person, I know that I do not need anyone, much less her, and they, my friends around the world are right. In violence, the civilized world erases the reasons to be free to write a convenient story. The phrases are build with the short recipes to be sung and shouted someday. It is not a promise of freedom but yes a consequence of the weak reasons to turn something important. It is possible to believe in a future answer for the attending questions. A motivation to be inspired.
26 hours and this story will become a Christmas tale. In the principles of the civilized world, the miracles are attending to justify the unjustifiable, same is there are not any reason to still some hope. Yes, some nights and days I still your return. A search towards me, but at the end of the journey, alone with the music, the city say me: get out! It is time to scape for the forest because the space is only a dream. The moon is there, same if the buildings of the civilisation hide night. A reason of more to refund the world with the true names. The correct question will arrive another night, but the survivance of this month was sufficient. "
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