Of Course, The Universe Doesn't Conspire

"The universe does not conspire against anything, everything is imagination. The creation of the hope is only a bliss, because there are nothing more than the human will and its consequences.  No magic, no fate or wonderful or fantastic stories of perseverance (for love) or prayers or devotions. May be, songs and poems of desperation But, this is not bad, on the contrary it gives value to human decisions, mental models and reasoning: the only way to the liberty.  Without any trip, I believed in the forty-eight hours and all the magic. -What do you know about love if you have never died and been reborn? - He said himself in imagination with she (and unknown body in the worst city of the all sins in the forest) - because you don't understand the meaning of all lives. An orgasm, a Mezcal, orange and music. Another copulation and he didn't care about her name anymore, of course, the universe, after forty hours, doesn't conspire.

When the magic is over, a dual sensation appears in the human mind. Yes, because the hearth is a construction of the mind to justify passions and non-learned models. So, another great thing appears, the idea. The concept to be definition supported by real constructions of acts and arguments based in evidences and they are not suppositions. Real passion, real inspiration without gods but yes with achievements in mind and in space/time. The human in a real voyage building a destiny. The man and the woman over all to be part of the universe and nature, because the mental models are known and understood. She came to him and she understood before I was too old or too late.She understood that if she didn't look for him, he would leave for other universes with other lives. Yes, Y e s , he would be the same but she could never follow him where the time and the stories are others. So, a night before  it was too late she  managed to only answer the last call.  In the mountains, next to all the hatreds and with a conversation before March, she just appeared. And He, and he just had something new to say...

Understanding is to observe. A night (of day) is to hear and to read. An afternoon leaving aside all the arrogance, pride and known the price of the bliss. So, with the possibility of the night in blessedness listen the songs of the real poets and artists however the end of the known times. In the last and broken times, the human knows the imperfection, after (almost) three decades of the existence. The rest, is the arrogance and stupidity of the young people.  Monday Morning is Friday Monday (or Sunday). Eggs, spinach, coffee, celery juice. The ocean front walk was the same however the end of the times. Here - he said tying to remember the name of she, the last lover, the end of the times arrives from 5:00 p.m. to 4:59 p.m. Mezcal and orange juice. Orgasm with a Mexican gorgeous girl in the RNB  and the sunset thinking in Puerto Viejo de Talamanca and not in the Alps or the Andes. Why? May be Bukowski will have the answer, but now, it is time of hungry. Yes, the ocean front walk is more interesting that the Promenade des Anglais. But more Puerto Viejo... Taganga broke my heart - he said savouring his 4, 30 dollar coffee.

The battle is not for someone but yes, for an idea, the goal of reason and love with passion against pride or tags. In the times of liberation and revindication the trip and the fight against the daemons is for humans, and not for men or women. A quirk destroys the possibilities and after the dual-pain, it follows the same and known history of this boring and sad everyday. Love is not a battle. Love is mind and human things (not just thinks). Saturday night and they are not wrong people but yes, they were wrong reactions in those times. Saturday night and if only you had talked.  I said you, please, please talk me... you could see in my eyes all the desire and in my lips taste everything that is felt and desired. However, you know that all penises will look for you... and the price is sufficient for some months (not years) of tranquility. Just one suspire (at least) was sufficient, but now, it is time to the silence and 70's songs about my desires and paranoid. "