Omens and Spells

"A dream can be a purpose, unfilled. The same shared dream with the others, same if for the others is a ridiculous opportunity to be part of the convenience, then, when the moment arrives, it is possible to go and forget.  And for the one who is abandoned, a desolate silence remains, with all the words written on the page of a summer night. But without the opportunity of a simple escape, a little possibility of a breath, not even a small whisper. July and the purpose is burned in the fire of the end of the month. A Thursday in the land of oblivion and impunity, where the goals of the human are pennies and masturbation orgasms. At the end, same a name is an impronunciable memory, because the only curse is laziness to say a name without transcendence. The fire of July arrives to the end. 

What about the motivations to be or to leave?. Questions and decisions. The most part of the time, decisions over arguments searching inspiration and not consequences of relative causes, or thoughts to thinking challenges: above the fears and probabilities in a personal world against the universe of the others.   So, the motivation is a simple sensation to have a culpability when everything stop in a non-sense but real situation: the Today's awful thru. Bowie is not a good company to write about the hope during the end of the times. He's dead. Fortunately for him, because he could not bear these days. It is sad to consider the dead as a good fortune but it is the real sense since years. Time after time, bottles of wine and sex nights without recognise stars and clouds. In the end of the times we can not survive with love. The love is for dreams and human nights. And Bowie, tell us love.

Universe is there, and energy excites the minds and the understand of the forces, magically, they passionate understanding and inspiration. Of course, this is not a situation of confluence, but yes a possibility to be happy with the confusion and all the questions without answers and the non-necessary decision for a second. Just a moment to breath and to not say anything, absolutely. Then, the absolute (and the silence) makes sense in a relative civilisation. The purpose is a dream shared among the non-believers. I could keep on cheating during the next six months but the message was arrive there are four years. Now, trapped in the end of the world, with an orange juice with cachaça, and some lost sixties songs by Gainsbourg, I said that it is the end of the summer, and the end of these times.

Somewhere, people try something. However, something for what?. The transcendence and the superb possibility to remains in time makes common motivations to persist. But the same persistence, in an individual mode needs inspiration. The intimate desire makes reasons and arguments to perseverance in magical stories written in the land and painted in heaven with colors and strokes of the human feelings. However, the verses in mankind languages don't say what it is possible to feel. But I hove that in my research (unsuccessful) she find the new words that in the time, I can not say. There are six years ago. Five years ago. And now. The never ever is sad. How it is possible to be magic? 

Human purposes are universal omens and intimate spells. Short phrases to build perceptible verses for the new prayers for the old gods. One night, in the end of the north summer, humans will understand that the gods do not exist. And the real existence is the deep aim in a continuous battle between reality and dreams. At the end, the purpose is inspiration and fantasy. Now, I don't exist for you. Nonetheless, every morning I search your smile in the real world because the dreams are not for you. Not more. My purpose is to be alive without you, in another beautiful life. However, I want that you search me, you find me. I want to be your purpose, in life. A New life."