Knowledge and empathy. Feelings? If a true reflections made taking in account all facts, silences and words, the feelings have no place (or time). After the silence for impotency, feelings end up being sensations and all excuses take the origin of the oblivion and cruelty. From personal desires to group conveniences. Richesse and power, a mandate but not a wonderful leadership ending in survival actions with commodity. She had already managed to get excited while he penetrated her, but not he making love. Then, after the orgasm and the ejaculation, a shower, a mock kiss and while showering tears. Soon they would disappear in her face because it was what she had lived in her last ten years, except for the last three, in which she was happy and human, with he, an imperfect man but he loved her. However, he expected that the magic and unique inspiration from her, even later. To be free.
Diversity and mixed ideas and realities. It is not a question of a people without borders or under an only flag. Actually it must be the opposite, but the possibility of common visions to guarantee live and the possibility to know the past and all the stories and memories. Same if the fear about the revolution is there, understand that it is necessary, because humans build new times with revolutions and not with status quo. Remember our story. A fantastic tale, with love and passion. Freedom and the posible futur together to understand life and death and to build a fantastic story against the rules of the social and bored environment... yes, this is a story to read with a glass of Champagne or Rhum. What is the difference in the Caribbean Sea? Nothing, This a Saturday night against the system.
All the reasons exists to justify decisions: true or not, each human find the words to excuse acts and stillness. So, the worst thing with the truth is that no matter the words, the truth exists however the words to try to hide the evidence, the signals and the reason. Feelings or reasons. At the end, the feelings arrive to be sensations and justifications but not the awful truth. Because the truth and the confidence are cruel. Tonight, I knew that although you pretend comfort you are not happy. Saturday, and neither am I. Sights and tears and with the blood in the territory, I need another universe far from here. Yes, with the memory but with another love and poems and letters and kisses and words. And yes, I remember our steps hand in hand. More than our orgasms.
Years after years and some humans are not capable to build story and legends in love and life: Development is a misrepresented word to allow the status quo remains among the decades and very next, centuries. It is possible to take the inspiration of the real freedom people. The minority invisible by the rest because the hunger is confused with the desire to eat. Tonight, I cry for you. I was not able to generate the necessary inspiration for you to truly love me beyond your words. Where is your love? Where is my light and energy to inspire? It is not a question of words, because the acts are more than the discours. However, this night is for sadness and happiness, and thank you. "
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