humid day, clouds crossed, smells and urban visions.
The beauty, taste, symbols of mercenaries being almost unable to suppress
and to conceal the details of a suffering only marginally up all the necessary background.
eyes instinctively avoid all that remains difficult to accept, all that bother, but the first image pursued, in semi-circles of thought opposed to disgust and compassion, action and inaction, which affect that still stunning.
And fortunately things change, the joys are never proportionate to the pain, monuments fall, the future stands on the ruins of a past that can not be forgotten, that the future prosperity errors, thanks to them, that we need, we are taught, but never enough.
laugh, cry and laugh in a few hours to return with as much sincerity and disbelief, questions that are violent wedge in the usual space in cell cloning.
Moods occasional, vacation on the rise, that sudden weather wear out roads and clear directions and safe shelters and desire for liberation, lies and homicidal times exhausting to stay alive.
popular belief, humble pompous ceremonies, weddings, funerals, false or true inventions that have only one word that convinces, manufactures and supplies the sense faith.
If there is a sense What's missing?
unequivocal sobs at night, swollen faces, young, old, us, sorrow, tears, drugs, whores, the wear of time that slowly kill.
I recognized as I could never see myself in those rooms filled with empty, with blue and red glasses, everything that transpired the outline of a hectic and exciting journey, and I were skipping to the car crash repeated both excited by contagion.
A head of a clown and mask sadness.
realize it is almost smiling.
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