It may be the Sunday afternoon with the calm of the nap. But, the own pressure remains among the unconscious moments to leave the world and the frustrations of a reality of a lot of people. The rest that is unbearable because they are the reflection of the own custom and cowardice. However, it is possible to think another possibility in the present, in the time, as something coming from the individual consciousness. Against the resignation. He hadn't breathed well for months, and unfortunately, the nights were already years and the loneliness was his best option despite all the fantastic phrases found at random in the walls and in the daily conversations of the others. He was aware of the reality, but there are nothing to make or to regret. Why? He had learned to accept that luck does not depend on him. That it was much simpler the acceptance or to pretend that it does not matter as long as something else arrives. Yes, it is easy, however in the nights, it is not simple to breath.
However, the fear makes resistance both change and return. However the boredom makes the incomprehension and the negations face to the other, or others, and later, on those nights, insensitivity is guaranteed in front of a screen to avoid tears on the pillow. The individual daemons are not really personal: humanity itself has taken it upon itself to recognize them in this way, against all possible fraternity. She had had her orgasms, but he hadn't. In the last, he had hurt him with pinches, bites and jabs. He just kept silent. Saturday night, he watched her with compassion and sadness. She was a beautiful woman, but there was so much hatred and sadness in her that her passion and taste for men did not allow her that fullness. Saturday night, there were no fluids beyond her tears and the humidity of her sex, she did not notice or care what he felt or did not feel. Other men had hurt her so badly that she didn't care about him. Justice? Not, revenge.
Monday morning and the week start for the citizens with the obligations for few others to meet individual goals and to maintain privileges. However, there are someone outside of the everyday life dictated for the rules and good practices. There are those who not only live, but teach how to live in diverse and unknown ways. And not with the published phrases to overcoming inside the status quo and the same good practices, not. The experience is shown with the clarity and the annoyance that the freedom of the other gives. Desire was lacking, however other things. However the sparkle in her eyes and her smile. Yes, it was love, but it was more because of her need to be loved than because she really came to love him. He loved her, appreciated her, but didn't want her. And that love, led him to set she in other point of the world. May be later... - he said some nights - may be never ever - he said some days.
Words and actions. The possibility more than the rules with a decision. Seconds to change the routine or the world. Silence or a simple whisper. However, it seems that the majority of humanity is used to the fact that it is already too late. Friday afternoon, reasons and excuses intertwine to argue any possibility, because the every night is better. The comfortable, same if that hurts, is better to remains inside the known and bad. Other language and other silences. The possibility to be a poem and a kiss. The snow mountains and the sea and the blue sky, your naked body and your voice, telling me for the first time that you love me, but you were afraid to tell me. Love and desire to be sacred and human. Other language and other silences but our same bodies in the time."
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