A lot of years and the reason remains something strange, hidden and despicable. It's better the fanatic position and the non-logical and violent position, same if not only it affects humans but all the rest in life; So, how it is possible to forget and to forgive? Silence, and may be another next to die in a conversation to confirm that there are great humans quiet, isolated and discarded to guarantee the comfort and whim of just a fistful of them: however, their name (of those of that handful) will not transcend in time. If humanity survives the current civilization, perhaps those of the minority will remain. She had been bought again. It was a shame because someone can have value and not price. A reality in a continent of pirates and looters. He had recognized that he had loved her; it was the but to love a woman like her, despite the fiery sex. Because it was believed that it was possible that she could love. But need, ambition and reality do their thing. It does not matter - he said while he got drunk with the sex of another woman, without giving hers to her in a hot December night, far from that beach. There were no tears, but a pain.
Some aspire, however, to be understood by others who are different from their peers. But they are still responsible for the general stupidity and contempt for knowledge. Ego, monetization, disconnection of the rest. They are not victims, they are also responsible. However, that rest are not innocents, they are guilty of their stupidity and outright greed. XXI century, and the problem is that even so, assuming that responsibility, there is no motivation to try again. So, already insisting is stubborn. He had not submerged himself in the river, but he had felt the shock of the water falling into that waterfall. Very cold, There was no reconciliation with the land because it had already happened. Neither with himself, because that was no what he had come to think so, but yes, he reaffirmed himself strong. He was moving, even thought everything seemed to catch him. The freedom, and that, annoyed those who could not love him, but despise him. Freedom and knowledge.
However, pride and stupidity defend neither life, nor what humans themselves have conceptualized as love. Not even things, and thousands of years later, however social construction, technology, science (or better science and technology) and art, the esoteric and the emotional prevail dangerously. The second, may be to the desire and the need to be in satisfaction. The first, to justify the second one. It is not confused is the incapacity to evolve in mind, in conscience. My love for you, it was also desire. Magnificent but it was. And for that reason, I'm exhausted, only sighs can tell what it was. There aren't even tears anymore. Raining, lying on the floor, I don't want to get up. With these songs, I remember that my love for you, it was understanding and forgiveness. It was magic, but yes, it was. So now, there is only silence. Pride for your side. Fatigue on my part.
In general, there is not even awareness of the danger or conscience of the responsibility face to the life and a human memory. May be the built things will keep a little of the human heritage, but it's not fair to the same life, not only with the humans. A justice against the destiny to live in the Universe, as part of the time and the space. Not only to survive. However, now, it is time to rest in silence and to murmur between peers and the occasional renegade of today's society. I close my eyes and see that star every night in the Paramo while we hunted comets. Yes, I sing, despite my years and my loneliness. Or could it be that it is mainly because of that. That star could be considered the sign of my destiny. A night, and for years I have only seen her with my eyes closed, in my memories, in my dreams. In real, and it's time to see her again, my star. "
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