An effect, An agreement

"I waited for you. I recognize it. In a song, not for fortune or coincidence, before the lonely night while Liam Gallaher sings one of the songs that was a promise for me to you and the Genepi and my nudity are the same, the words are magic letters of a fantastic tale. The story of a hope and I said me after the gulp, my sister knew the hope of her search towards me. I looked to her too much. Evidently, turning insistence into stubbornness, in that life. Yes, she was the love of that life. But now, there are another life. Those songs don't stay all night. And when the activity are more than a sequence of evident consequences of past and decisions, they are inspiration, emotion and common vision, different human lives are possible. As a dance in the night, it is not possible (ever) that the steps and the movements and the breaths remains the same. Another life, in a different body, with a different spirit and mind built by the years and the tears.  A human world of cities and lovers. A story of wrong decisions and bad readings attending the consequences of the obvious, nevertheless they are spectacular humans which they are not part of a common sense.

The wait, it was known for everybody that it was in vain since it was dreamed. Easy, insistence became stubborn and the dream became a disease of a longing with a knight crusade fueled by the need to make better and the correct. Keep the promises and wait for a strange love and passion which ended on a September night. And now, alone, not in sadness but yes in reflection I recognize the dead of a life with her shadow and the imagination of her bright. However, the human world (modern) is a question of power over all for the few seconds of the universe time. Sometimes, it is possible a common vision, bizarre, but sufficient to write a beautiful story of human dreams and find more than the slogan and the sufficient explanation for the others, but not for each one,  in privacy, in intimacy. And other waits of the new stories appear because we are in another life. Same world but other people in the time. 

Human desires and human (basic) instincts. The third paragraph of the author is not if he is a writer, because where he's not writing a tale, he write in desperation, what it is possible to write to be. Same for the lover. Same for the creator and the man who has a hope in build a common vision of future for a civilisation in decadence without destruction. My (basic) night was my sex in your lips and my lips in your sex. Conversations about Proust and the end of all the injustices of the world and how I thing in your white rose in your hair. Yes, how you  prepared a bed of rose petals and (married) we made love, not far of the wall of all the pirate times. An effect, of rum and a black cat defying the disagreement. I don't know if you remember... that more than your passion, for me, the most important time was an eleven of December walking holding hands by the Rue de La Poste in the city of all pains and all joys, in the Alps. At same time, did you tell me please, take me after the times..., before your marriage. While your boyfriend is in a town in the mountains. No guilt. However, you are used to receiving economic benefits from your lovers., even though you wanted to know who is Proust...

An agreement. Being really humans. With dreams and hopes in a word without guilty or innocents, but overall with responsible people in freedom. The prophecies of Orwell, Huxley and Sansal (same if there are a mixture of all) are the Today real word but the resistance of confidence, motivation (inspiration), desire and complicity (in a mix) write the new world of the new love. An effect, an agreement between humans. I would tell lies, if I don't look for you and I wait for you, however the lovers and fantasies. Yes, your are my real world,  unmentionable girl. But I'm in new stories in the same terrible life without you, birdie. However, at the same time of the other tales, I can not to stay in fear or sadness. The passion could be a platonic reality, one time (almost) in the minutes in peace and satisfaction during the rain in the mountains of a world. The same passion of a night of thirteen of Avril a few of years ago...

My agreement is to live and feel. Same if there are not confidence in she, but yes in me. I am not alone but neither in company. However I enjoy of  your phrases and the music in a Tuesday of the future. In a past time, you are a freedom woman after years of a social (partner) woman. In the new and common international language it's not easy to arrogate the word. In her black body, light is a promise of  a new world in solitude. Inspiration is about change a world of dreams or nightmares for the word of interests togethers where sustainability is a word without sense but yes the projection of future without big words. Time and feels, the new inversions without the posible monetisation of the ideas and actions. Short and very known words: it is the problem of a conclusion in a world with more of a hundred of years of consequences."