A Blues Night

"There are not sufficient impact. Of course, the scope is limited for the people who read, however, it is a shop list written just for himself. What a lie, because it exist the hope to influence with at least one sentence a simple decision to change an evident consequence. So, this is a personal contribution to the confusion of the world. Sounds of other worlds lost in time. Every day, when a person dies, the opportunity to remember facts and dreams is lost. A song without context, and worst, the rhythms are taken by others without the tribute for the yesterday and the protagonists and human creators: yes, let's turn the page because I have the right..., the same right to abuse your memory for the others. So, I think in the only six or seven in the Earth that knows the story and recognize the origin. Only six or seven. 

Misunderstanding. Be a victim and to construct the reputation before the acts shows a reality. In a human planet where the image is more important than the real action and consequences, due that the argument is incomprehensible and of overall boring, the propaganda remains and the short sentence in slogan remains in minds. The cries of pain today are for dancing, and the simple accusation (or absolution) based in a lie, if is easy to digest, exploding hatreds and fears to hide shame... ♫ Let me tell you now, I never felt like this before... Something's got a hold on me that won't let go... I believe I'd die if I only could, I sure feel strange, but it sure feels good ♫ (Eta sang a long time ago... before the others...)

However, the reality of having all the right (divine or not) is true. The opportunity and the nerve, the fact of not being reliable and the possibility to oppress are human existent characteristics and each one have the right of life, and of course, the others to defend oneself (and the weakest) too. It is not a syndrome to be confiable, to accomplish promises, help the injured and to build sustainable worlds. The better place are not the same, for me for example, the best place of the world is between your legs. And I'm guilty of proving it, but, for you, the demonstration of desire is not compatible with the man to love.  ♫What Kind of man is this...♫ (Of course, Koko cries...)

A third beer. Why not? There are not guilt or anything to celebrate. Alone, I see the city in lights and how the hunt for pleasure has been three hours. Alone, I think in the next three minutes and how in the last three years I was survive. Lovers are not capable to enjoy the possibility of the memory. May be some old man (never a woman) on his balcony not far of the French Quartier.  August will arrive and the list of the man remains intact at same time that the disillusion. The question is not how to say something, the real question is if there are more than a person who listens and more than one who understand.  Emotions are simple to exploit but the raison needs minds, and there are not the time to reflect, it is more simple to accept and to judge those than say more than ten seconds of ideas.

A world with humans and not with patriots. Songs to dance and to listen at same time that the lips meet in the night, more than a Saturday night hunt. Of course my stupid love, your are the right and for this reason I say good bye. In other story, I would have only wanted to wish you for one night, however, as I said you, a syndrome of romantic savior made you the worst: love you, believe you.  But the nights of weekends are for the freedom sensation, as the social machines: it is not a question of value, is simple: is prize. An understandable slogan. But nothing convenient."