Brightness

"Tears, bodies, kisses, money, caresses, moans, money, words, dreams, desires, convenience, fatigue, money... and same if the known world is dying, the disappointment makes words repeat to learn what for most is necessary to mate. Understand and run away with the tears in the throat when is finish. Really,  there was never, despite the beginning,  a tranquility over the morning in the next day.  And for the humans the repetition becomes a norm. The only reason to accept without any reflexion. After the two hundred dollars rum and make love to her twice, the only possibility is to walk to his hotel. Yes, the streets continued to offer him more sex and rum, and the Caribbean defied death as always, even if it was bloody.  Five hundred years of the same - he said observing two beautiful women who stared at him the same. Three blocks more, the wall marked in time and space, what was desired and was never obtained. It is not easy to learn and run away - he said he said to himself as he was distracted by the door of another bar. This time he would have a beer alone. 

New moderns times and it is very easy to deny the same human imperfection and blame it on the pedestal of moral superiority. Blame and judge: innocent and believe with a truth for the only reason that the inculpatory has a divine right. But, some people believe in the brightness of the human feels and how the words are capable to describe the sufficient to resist any inculpation.  And of course to accept the guilty with the simple silence with the awareness of having been wrong as a result of a mental risk. However the time, she loved to find the sparkle in his eyes, although in reality his eyes reflected the brightness of her nakedness. She never imagine, that despite other bodies and male lips on her, she still thought of the very much. Regardless of the flavours of lips, of sex, the fluids in her, the words and the ecstasies. Saturday nights came and she remembered from his smile to his tears. Her friends and feminist lovers had already blamed him and she knew it was she who had nothing to say. She was crying in hiding and tomorrow she would try to turn that sadness into hatred for him.

There comes a time when all blame is accepted, even if it is not true. It is not because of acceptance, but because of tiredness. It could be sad and frustrating, but the rare moments of satisfaction, like in an orgasm, justify the silence and the afternoons in which the complexities of forgetting are built. It is not a question fo destiny or sloth, the laziness appears as the only attempt to leave the other to decide and to accept a little of silence. Music and beautiful people in the streets and he did not find his ceremony. He once belonged to those worlds - he said to himself as he listened to the music outside without challenging anyone, because the justification is that it is cultural. What culture? The same of the bars (missing places in the missing identity of a next century or hour) are the sites to explain how a simple story is the situation necessary to ignore love.

Anyone says that this is the time to wait for the saddest of days but the hope is not a question to have or not to have. Clear, it's a question of being. So, being is not a simple acceptance (and less so that the other human says so) is more of non- acceptation but it is not possible to arrive to the negation. The next time, to be will be not defined for acts but yes for feelings. And yes, Charles said it, I must escape from her net. He said it with a bottle of wine in his seedy apartment. Three months after, they said that the past are not a question to worry, same if Charles always understand the necessity to make love or sex and you - just think in the correct. I don't understand why I think in Charles... How many people have actually listened to him (or read Charly) and know about Charles, before quoting him?

Tears and bodies, before the silence. Water and air after the liquor and solitude for the unknown and incomprehensible poets of the past. May be for this reason the human not is capable to learn and run away. Desires and sadness are intercambiable in the optimist world, But the words are not sufficient and the silence is understood as the accomplishment of the accusation even the one that appears in the mirrors. Saturday, he thought a lot about her and .. thermodynamics? Every time as consequence, the buzzwords growth and the official discourse ... brightness as the explanation of a simple inspiration to create sex and art. Unfortunately, I can not run away without think in her lips and eyes. I miss her breasts and her eyes. The worst, I don't remember her voice but yes her taste."