Life and Love II

"It's not true that as mankind, this civilisation learn in the short time. Even in ten years with sadness and naughty bits, humanity remains in fears and hates, however, one person will feel and think how to understand and to write and share the knowledge for others to build another humanity. Very few people but enough to guarantee more than simple survival: life. Life with hope and optimism and intelligence. Life with dreams and feelings and beliefs in love. Ten years. And after ten years I'm alone without any decision, after the decision to return and to share and to fight. Share a dream, share my love and my life. However, I smile before the end of the year rite. Alone and strong. More human, may be, defeated and forgotten, replaced but strong. Attending the new questions and the calm of the first hours of the next year. Thinking in the past and how I got here in the time and in the place, and after the ritual, It is sure than I will write about tomorrow.

Love and life. Words with the same meaning and purport. It is not easy to find the correct sounds in the noise of the day by day but in the silence of these times with the possibility to understand the sense in the spoken words, a purpose appears to revolute and transcend.  As humans and as an only person. The man or woman with a name before a number to identify an existence. Not, a name and a face to recognise and value being: life and love. I understood, I loved, I was passionate, I forgave, I valued, I was wrong, I apologized and I wanted to make you better. I await and I remains visible. I'm free in sadness but tomorrow I will be happy. I tried but trying is not enough. I'm in freedom  and I am a name ignored and forgotten. Easy, because resilience is opportunity. And the passion and orgasm are better to forget smells, however the tears and the years. Yes, I need you, but I need more what you did not do for me.

Social beings isolated in the daemons and angels of the mass imagination. Oppressed in the convenient system for some of them,  but there are some of the humans dreaming in other times starting yesterday following now.  Lonely people but connected. Individuals face to the intimacy of dreams and nightmares in a misunderstood reality.  I remember your eyes and the last kiss. I wanted to think that you loved me. But the facts shows that it was a beautiful story of desire and affection with a promise of a love. But the love is build with words of  complicity and confidence, inspiration. There is no hatred, why? Just the same frustration of the letdown. Not for you, for me and my incapacity to inspire you. 

And the goals? What of them? Life and love will be remains to achieve other worlds and to follow to write and see the wonderful universe. Few people to dream and to understand the possibilities around the fraternity when the dreams are shared.  The wonderful diversity the courage to listen and breath, and sometimes to fight against the static injustice. Few people living (in reality) with fear in a moment, but the gladness when at least one more appears to share, so, the fear is defeated. Alone and in calm. I'm better now that yesterday.  In calm without fear attending the rite and the end of the times. These times attending my bravery and my love, one more time. The hope to guarantee life. Love and life. "