Modern times in the second ten years of the new century. Humans connected and knowledge is despised, good wills mocked, and of course, any questioning is an accusation. What about the love and understanding? . In times when the diversity is inequity any possibility to learn and to discuss is the presage of a placement in the defeated side. Not so original. There are five hundred years ago was the same. May be now is worst because it is not a situation of non-knowledge, it is the contempt for knowledge, for the thinking and the conversations. Supposed utility and market price go against the value: of humans, moments and ideas. Thursday night. Seven against four hundred twenty two persons. And the only seconds remembered in the rest of the journey of a dream in any hallway with the words in a simple voice: maybe it's the wrong people or the wrong words. Sometimes I said that it is not the wrong people, I'm the wrong one and it is for this reason that I'm better far away and they are happy without me. With me, here, they have to betray me. Away, they just have to forget me.
Twenty one century and the earth may endure another human battle. Some want to see the world burn, not to clean humanity, but yes to press an answer very known for all people, including the foolish and arrogant citizens: it is not possible this civilisation. After, it is possible to add that it is not a question of faith or beliefs, just thinking and act in consequence. Simple observation and learn, how many years of human life to recognise the reflection over the instinct to build real hope trusting in the individual person, not in the group with their gods. It is not a question of popularity but skills and values. In other years, the journey of return towards the end of the trip more supportable. Back to what? To who? The return it is not loneliness it is freedom. Instead, home is an alone place to attends the leaving, the new voyage in the open world. The world to miss in the last days of a year after the end.
But the good words don't appear and in the time, humanity and hope disappear every afternoon attending the possibility to scape during the sleep. May be the lovers are the possibility of the hope and the sex. Another scape in dreams with the open eyes. The correct words are to inspire not an instant motivation to feed a speech recorded in fourth minutes to achieve likes and shares. Fourth minutes is a lot, so it is better a sensual dance of fifty seconds with some hashtags and insinuations. It's not a question to want your lips or your words - he said and finish the conversation. There are not anything new to say. After many years, He was tired of waiting for her and the incertitude about the revolution and the love simultaneously are the worst in a world of fire. Battles, blood and sperm. Fluids, passion and the words are changed by images and suspires. The passion and the weariness with the only affirmation of the death, one day. Not tonight.
The burning world, but not in a magnificent fire. Invisible conflagration with a lot of smoke, suffocating and unbearable. However the rain, the humanity is not capable to extinguish and clean the space. The incorrect words however the necessity and the suffocation. But, in a hope represented as something, as a possibility to transcend and not a simple survival position more than convenience, there are knowledge and curiosity: and the love for life. November 19 and we dance before to escaping to make love. Security and music and the optimism for the new days together after the next life. Two hours or two centuries. Does not matter, just the history for the others and our names in the journal of the lovers in the end of the worst times. It is a night and our bodies burn, just like the world."
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