A Monday Night

"When the words are foreign but it's necessary to use them, may be the music is the only way to express that despair. Almost, humans, people said when it is possible to shudder without any coherent idea, only the melody and sometimes, a repeating chorus. How much music will not be heard, however the curiosity? How many rhythms are forced to listen, despite the desire for freedom? A Monday night, long or short can help. He savoured that Bordeaux wine as he had done in the past with her lips. And sure, while he drank the red elixir, she enjoyed other sexes and passions (not sure love), and he smiled thinking in she with. compassion and love, because she is in intensity, and he knew that was her happiness: finally young. A happiness that she had shared with him there are a year ago. Now,  for he, in a Monday night, he smiled in his loneliness, again, with a red wine and Schumann in the time.

To keep the curiosity and the excitement, it is necessary to thing that there are still rhythms, notes,  sounds and combinations to discover and yes, music to create,  not just to sell. The one that will remain in time and will be reborn every time it is forgotten (and the sense of life), as a discovery to keep human consciousness alive. And incidentally the individual unconsciousness too. With all the fears, passions and sad. The street was alone as in those times of fear. Not the fear of being killed, but the fear of dying without any apparent cause. However,  I think that it is better to rest alive to try to leave a legacy after surviving the fear: the fight against any fate. Think and write how an human weapon exists among the centuries to kill gods and laws, so that destiny is just a word in scripts, not in the human life. The street rest alone, because the times of fear and weariness remain, but, in the hidden places there are lovers who. conspire, fortunately. 

Happiness and sadness. Curiosity and resignation. There are not (in real) good antonyms. However, in the duality of the human sentiments, two sensations and feelings are in the human being (conscious) to guarantee thinking and action.  However, it is possible only to contemplate without the construction of any idea: so, existing does not imply thinking, but yes to live.  And it is not possible that think deeply makes unhappy. On the contrary, it is possible to recognise the true happiness and understand how to enjoy it in freedom. She had taught him to enjoy nudity without fear,  though years later, he had failed to teach it to other women. It is not easy without synchrony - he said to himself when he found that modesty in one of his lovers. It is not a virtue or decorum, it is the triumph of the inhibition to recognise the human beautiful. Same in the darkness and the intimacy of the loneliness.  And she? She fell in love with him, but she preferred to drown him with another sex and another bottle of wine, because he simply left. The love is not important - she said regarding the sunset in the river - only how to escape to the loneliness. 

Then, the foreign words are written to try to explain how the live is more than existence. But maybe the notes and sheet music could do much better, hoping someone will understand and interpret them someday the human desperation and the personal emotion. As humans, it is emotional to maintain the arrogance about creation from the inspiration: not the simple development after the start of a sentence to begin a process. No, even, it is not possible to use construction,  the creation implies inspiration and not a simple motivation. If there are something new to said you, my angry bird, it is possible to say you that I miss you as my fire to start inspiration. The love of all my lives. If there are something new to sing you, my little bird, it the song of my breath and my sex: passion and inspiration... a song without music (not yet), but the lyric call the sound of our lips, and the breathing and the tears and the smile. 

Luckily, there are others living beings with the motivation to create in the planet. However with  motivation but the inspiration may appear against the human egotist. So, when the human being is aware (again) of his redundancy, they will value the conception/creation skill more than that of destroying. So, the diversity and the nature teach not that humility, but the greatness of diversity and how it is possible to stay in time, to hear, to think and to understand, without words. I missed that look at me more... that look was more sincere than the times she said (and told me) that she loved me. The rest of our live, together, she said... and now, I don't remember her voice. However, she can remember my silence. my sad look and my crying. Every-night. But I smile remembering and hoping (not for her) but the next wonderful lover. Despite my pursuits, her arrogance and her particular frivolity can more than the love and her desire and passion for me. And she will surely look for me, too late. It is the sung script of human real love tales. However, I don't following any story. She, yes."