Peace, Happiness

"Seeing the roof, the silence accompanies this night. There are not any possibility to see the stars or the red moon or the past love. Remember the future and dream the past. It is a stupid sentence?. Not really, it is just that the tomorrow, not the destiny but yes the plan for life and happiness is forgotten. The tomorrow when the humans are alive and peace is the desire to go as humanity. The past was dreamed. But the people are drowned in Today. The night is cloudy as the same consequences of the acts of Today. The social hate remembers the consequences of the past and how the life is just a cipher, a relative entity to guarantee a power. So, in the new marches, the fear and the terror alight on the faces. What was it worth to win the wars of the past?. Revenge is opportunity and ambition. And the names of the victims are used to justify, without knowing their tears or its dreams.

In face the sea, after the second drink of tequila, he told himself that he was in the same place, waiting for her. The sea was calm however the cloudy time and the lightning on the horizon without thunders. Then,  for the first time, he recognized the obvious: she and nobody would come for him. He hated remembering her face and not her voice. A lot, as much as not finding anything new to say. However, in calm, he smile because sure, she's happy. Frequently is not possible to recognize the happiness in the others and in themselves. In fact, not that happiness given by ambition over others. Do not. The happiness of the simple and trascendental things: love may be. Do not look at the ceiling alone, but embrace to other before sleeping. Share dreams, Enjoy the silence and a beautiful unique look.  Think about the future, at peace. Why not?. Not to think of any blessing for survival, but to sleep satisfied to live for tomorrow, sleeping without hungry or thirst. Embracing the night without fear. Yes, with the excitation of the next day. With hope.

Maintain or sustain?. The duality of the decisions in the XXI century for the people living in the tiny line between the poverty and the middle class is simple but insupportable. And more, when the humanity depends of the decisions to stay the same. Why not? Love is a construction and the reality not allows any new building not planned. Love is opportunity and happiness is a possibility of commodity. It is not time for sacrifices and the rationality is in each new call to threat to understand the decisions. It is not possible to find the correct words all time. Same if in a lucidity moment the answers for the good questions arrive in the mind but the ideas (not the sentences) do not last long enough to transform them into magical phrases. May be in paints sometimes. Others in suspires or melodies of complicated songs. But and the end, the silence remains and an erroneous moment of peace. The peace is a process.

Tell me about the justice? Justify yourself is better. But, when the excuses are real, it is not possible to find the justice, but yes the obvious revenge, the good reason to be innocent and winner. The lawyers known this truth and they happily come to the night to sleep. Then, justice is about the truth. And the possibility to understand and learn from the veracity of the acts and the words that describe it, in the context. Then, the unsupportable truth is the impossibility to understand and to be in consequence with feelings and dreams. Ambitions are more interesting and possible to achieve and more when the real world shows that with love anybody can eat or survive. With love and friendship is impossible to excel above the others to be happy. In any case, that's what it's about.

The book was open. For a long time he thought to open and start reading, for all the fears that he generated. When he loved for first time, he knew how painful it would be in all his life. However, always he wanted to be a great lover. Five days passed since he cried the last time... and now, he felt prepared. Sunday midnight. It is possible to forget what is the reason of the fear to sleep a little. But, in the morning, without wanting to wake up, the city rises and only some manage to contribute to something. Keeping a hope. Following the actions and not the dreams. Thinking in the other world of the consequences however the ambitions of someone. Happiness is shared."