The Purpose is better than a Goal

"Without a doubt, other humans are necessary for them, not for all and less for the planet. It is hard to understand how the momentary why is important, too much, this status than the common hope and wellness.  May be for this reason is necessary the gods and the atonement, imagined. Paraphrasing, humans are humans for love. And the rest there are citizens: employees, servants, slaves and accomplices who justify their acts with the desire to survive. Actually,  they want to be masters for as long as existence lasts and consciousness can be hidden.  The time of productive life. After the rain, a pseudo-brazilian cocktail with cachaça, ice and ginger. In the las minute I decide to not use lemon. 80's punk and thinking how between other glory dates humanity is worst than the moments when these dates became transcendental. But the facts are forbidden and the celebrations a hundred years after and for the next centuries deleted the important. So, only the fireworks and the cowardly marches makes who triumph over the weak and subversive people (sometimes their citizens and neighbors) remains. Ironically, those wars were made by other subversives. The subversion and the revolution: forbidden words.

However the injustice and the revenge desire, the human law and life moral are important. Sometimes, in the human story, a human sacrifices himself to question that momentary convenience. Thinking that the. attended expiation made by history and the teaching allows to be great the future, in thinking beings who understood the acts and how bad they were,  but in the citizen mass it is not done and individually, it is said that the page must be turned. A few of them, resist and they learn but they fail to motivate in popularity the rest, the rest who are only capable of forgetting. The passenger sounds good for this Saturday after the rain, a night with the difficult observation (any) of the stars and the dreams. The Saturday of the necessary end of the times and the questions about how start the ideal revolution. The human resistance became resignation and the divine laws are commandments of the little gods. Smaller than intimate desperation but the habitants are not capable to recognize the power of all, because there are not a common vision. 

There are who remember (fortunately) in public. They are uncomfortable in the second to second life style.  Without memories there is no future and the idea of fate prevails. No decisions,  no responsibilities and consequences. Only orgasms, rage and tears. It is not necessary any savings and of course, the awkward answer to questions, even intimate words in line before sleep.  I don't sure if the heat after the storm bodes well or if the signal (with hope) of the desired but feared destruction. The believers in gods, with the arrogance and the constant fear, they surely avoid the natural spells that come out of consciousness.  May be in a thousand of years, we are in freedom, just taking a little of liquor and air to appreciate the natural cycle without this civilisation.

Law and premises. Those questions that lead to a necessary but unfair forgiveness. In the individual space, frequently invaded by the productive gods and work time, persons find the letters of the organised words to build questions. The answers in the time, now in the nights in cities without people in the street are not important. Motivation could be inspiration and the prayers for the new and old gods disappear easily in songs of love (or lust). In poems. Each one with a glass: whisky, beer and an asiatic cocktail with mangue and vodka. The rain had passed and the bar was almost empty. The few clients like us, with a glass of something expected something falling asleep. May be a time travel or the door to hell. Hué is special for this kind of desires but the reality is that the conversation starts with how the world survive and how for us the most important, that is to know how is an enigma.

Promises and songs. The necessary things for the human hope and the mass faith. In silence (or in noise) is difficult to find the words in a line to build inspiration. Yes, there are hate and deception but remember some moments in the past stories in "excelsis deo" and nude images the humans meet dreams and life. The common vision appears and the world in magnificence is more than an imagination. The human life is not an existence plan, no more. And the productive indicators are forbidden, because the purpose is better than a goal. Too late to understand but not for a second black beer. Saturday rain moment in a night with all the. internal music against the external silence of the fear. Darkness, good to explore our bodies with other senses different that the eyes. Saturday night intimal fever in two humans searching purposes and not goals. At least tonight. "