Truly, Actually

"The real value of the word has been lost. In reality, there are not conversations or discussions, only a repeated slogan with the simplistic meaning of a correct and digestible phrase. If the word is accompanied with an animated gif or emoji is better, if the word doesn't make you think it's even fabulous. However, the night people prefers the nudes. The argument is boring and very long to dedicate at least a song. Fifteen seconds are sufficient to swap to another reality. He was tired. In a moment, he thought about hiding his sexuality to find the possibility to be consider part of a minority oppressed by the male vision and find the opportunity to be read. Nevertheless, it is a dirty strategy to misrepresent a reality for his benefit. He is part of a permanent minority, trapped in a cage built with the nightmares and dreams of the civilisation. In a lost part of the continent where the humans are strong or weak, part of the comfortable citizens or precarious folk. In truth, most of them were precarious and unfortunate dwellers that simply survive, with very fast orgasms.

It is possible to repeat a phrase of hope, in this world, without the past religious fantasies (which actually cause more fear and grief)? In science, may be the beautiful mathematical equation to describe the Universe (yes, with the first letter in capital) generates true hope. Without the social and political conception (the good equation) only a description of the immensity and the possibilities of the knowledge and the nature without this stupid and cruel majority. Sometimes the art, sometimes literature, poems and songs... with the second swallow he wondered how many of those who quote Bukowski, have they really read it? It is the same with the human sacred books... or not? May be how many of the believers have truly understood?. To understand it is necessary to know and confront and one of the two is impopular. Both guarantees the best sexual aversion and the social impossibility of reproducing. So, that's what damn writers are all about in the civilization. 

It is not possible to describe with all the words, the way to survive in the precarious part of the world. The disposable and forgettable part of the mankind and the destroyed nature. Sometimes, in the cities whose names the majority remember, after an epiphany caused by the liquor (or the orgasm) the images appear and transform into words. Ideas to consider the construction of the world with us, without the silent wish of destruction that it is the more simple. And valid. However, it is possible to remember some lines of the magic words to change and to guarantee the movement of the reality. But, the establishment is successful in destroy the dynamic of the idea, reducing it to a concept. November is good to recognize the failure of the year. All failed insistence discovered in a stubborn intention among three years. It is more the time that we are not together than the nights and days in which you wanted my orgasms and I your nakedness. It is not true, I away also for your excitation and the morning to see you wake up, however this world.  The worst of the curses is to remember your nudity and every love word said by you for me. From there, the songs...

There are those who manage to describe the spirits of the peoples. In winter, around the fire on a rainy night. It is not a forest, they are in a street full of dirt and garbage. In the apartments, a couple of man and woman see the other reality in a screen. The TV is over, there are other eye and mirror to show who has the greatest beauty of the kingdom. For the rest, there are not time to read or to write. The soul of the cities is lost in the ease of oppressed minds. There are citizens but not humans. May be in the second before to sleep there will be a little awareness, but in four seconds, the eyes are closed and the thinking possibility is loss. Then, sleeping helps to escape and is never enough to rest from the world and break free.

Actually, the words are limited for the social correctness and the fear. In other times, the writers warned about the loss of the value of the word. And most in the universal language in the globalized civilization where the international bad english kills the other languages. It is not the idiom of Shakespeare or Fitzgerald (OK, Hemingway or Bukowski too), is the simple rule to speak quickly and monetized in time. The sufficient to use a traductor on line and not the contexto of a nation or a block. If you where here - the musician wrote - all this shit would be more resistible. Why is a question of resistance and not of revolution? The rebellion is a forbidden word, same if the foundation of this new world was built in the revolutions of the humanity, but not only is forgotten, it is erase of the story of the new nations and the fall of the tyrant kingdoms. They are dangerous words, truly."