Blamelessness

"Past, history. In the world of resilience, forgetting is the rule, same if the ignorance of the facts cause repeat the same errors, making heroes who are villains and to be a thankful evil, believing in chance and divine interventions without any sense of the causality. It is not a question to live in yesterday, all time but recognize and evaluate. Story and tales, the tales are more easy to understand and it doesn't matter if they are true or not. The last "opinion", the slogan is more influent than the true and more confortable in a world where the value of the word and the acts are relativized.  Yes, I'm sure that you wanted me to throw you away with my words to follow your way without any sorrow. The true is that eleven years ago you find another way without me, with your acts. However, the necessity of the expiation and blamelessness is strong in you.  And I forgive you a while ago, but I can't forgive myself for what happened next, in another life.

How many times is possible to write about the past? Of course, is minus the reality of read about and more to understand, thinking and criticize the present due to the causalities of the personal negation to learn and to see sometimes to the yesterday with appreciation of the moments and decisions. I is better to ignore and look down on the same existence and more, the presence of the others.  In the new universes, nostalgia and the extreme desire to hear one more time her voice or to see (in real) that look of complicity make me remember how the time has passed.  New adventures but more, a lot of possibilities thinking in her nakedness and in her life. Another life crossed with the third or fourth life in the book of stories. It's not possible to relativize, because your image is the window of this line of time as in a train that passes through the multiple universes and in each one, I can not find something new to tell you. A new word, and of course, as the rest of the humans I lost the power and property of the phrases: my sentences are noise and characters in a simple screen. Without any possibility of encounter, just the memories.

A drama. How to find the correct words that can motivate the lecture of the old moments to understand, not to return and find the arguments of the blame and the phrases of compassion?. It is not a question to earn the atonement but to live after the liberation of the breath the last life. Nevertheless, it is not possible to press wisdom and humanity. Only to continue in another way, with the inspiration of the new day, to build (not to rebuild), to rise (not to resist) and to reveal yourself face to this time. Many kisses and orgasms were promised and the white flower in your hair was the contrast of an image performed in a winter afternoon. A theatrical image send to the universe to rest in the crazy moments without voices, only moans and body noises. Many adventures and words, many landscapes and skies in a real world given by my. And tears of a tragical but evident denouement. As the orgasm in the distance.

How to find the image to the past to uprising the people?. The present is deleted and suffocated in extreme to consider the pleasure solely. Someone arrives to see in the fog a little but the heartbreak appears before to find any word to share about the observed fact. And more, if the historical context is unveiled. Why? Sometimes human remember a first lecture, when the others think that it is not possible to remember and to share in the future. It is the establishment mode. You are someone who inspires me, who changed my life, the way of seeing and living it... - you write me,  and I think if the inspiration is eternal and the change of life is sufficient (written) to motivate to remember almost a name. However, you forbade me to say your name.

Unmentionable. The power of the names, the memories and facts of the past to identify the causalities and the consequences (Today) are disguised by the repetitive slogan. No matters, it is sufficient to wake up the passions and the hate. Of course, the lie is distributed supported by convenient images and the first pic stay the rest of the day. Sufficient in the partiality of the emotion, without any reasoning. If I find your words, it is possible that you understand the pain of the forgotten people. If you find me (after a lot of ways), it is possible that you understand that you are wrong, however, it is the story. A tragical tale of love."