Collective Amnesia

"Justify is the most popular action to excuse the simple violent reaction against the human desire of the explanation. Of course, the necessity is not the same for everyone: depending of the feelings and the level of involve, the degree of concerns in the intelectual language of a confined human seeing the news. Out of the comfortable space inside walls and screens, however the rain and the fear, the rage is more important than any justification. There are not more fear and anguish. Violence. Tonight seems to be the time to burn it all down. In town. Who protects me, if the one who should kill me? However, they call for general silence hidden in sanity and understanding, while they want to silence whoever denounces them. No need for any argument, just the questioning finger. The accuser and punisher.

What is the necessity of a Tomorrow in a world of the constant past? Without memory or simple possibility to think in the causes and these consequences of these days, civilisation of the twenty one century must be disappear, because the decadence and oppression are insupportable. Days after days, the reign of idiocy and passion that oppresses knowledge, reason and brotherhood. An individual conscience killed by a mass. Simple. So, the real rage against themselves. Drums and guitars are not sufficient to forget the blood, the hunger and the frustration. Liquor and sex are not necessary on a night that nobody wants to forget. Why? 

However, optimism for new times (may be after-tomorrow) allows sleeping with the screams, the bullets and the fire in the street. It's bizarre, citizens are used to everything that rather silence would not let them sleep. Silence brings mistrust and fear. Why a calm, if the everyday life is a call of desperation? In a human night, there is not even a chance for sadness. I write, same if the words in a September night should be of love, about the visible darkness of the human existence. There are not sufficient words, actually. Still, useless as the observer of the dead without the possibility to write a poem or a song,  I see how the world, however the loud voice of the oppressed, understandable, it falls asleep at dawn as if nothing had happened. Just some news and a culpable. Yes, citizens are expert in culpability.

In the critical times, the collective amnesia may be imposed but there is always a reader. And a forbidden image in a wall (in the. city or in the screen). Seeing the stars surely make mankind ring out despite tears and blood, but in the cities, there are not a star sky, and the lighting of the streets makes the real night miss, to dream and to have a hope without religion. The human dream to return to the cosmos. Just before bedtime, I try to observe the sky:  there are only polluted clouds and no stars that remind me of a dream from the past. The horizon, is a line between the life and the awful truth. A veritable sentence to be in a system for the existence of us and the supremacy of others and the bitter reading reminds me. 

Where are the human collective dreams and battles? Life. Universe and transcendence. It is not a question of calm and commodity because the time for dead is tomorrow in the afternoon. Silence. But the silence of the capable voices to remember the life without gods and goals. Life by life. In the time necessary to destroy nationalities and neighbourhoods. It's a night for the collective anger and not to turn the page together. Tomorrow, they will go through painting, sweeping and it is not necessary to explain anything, or learn. However, some like me, will continue in their insomnia to fight against that amnesia. Without liquor or sex. Just the words attending a night to be a war song."