240613 Play reality
You let the whys go. Time meets your images. Countdown. Spend your dreams. Plans. In the real gambling game. Life.
170613 Step by Step
Each step is eradicated. Separation. You needn't find a road. It looks like you can. You know. You water your every minute. Step by step. It's like separating from the umbilical cord. Again.
100613 The secret recipe
The breath that makes you upset. It reaches the lungs by the ordinary way. It's not like the other breaths. It found the way. To fill you. With an air. From fairy tales. Like tomorrow became a straight line. The dream becomes a hug. Thirsty to be pressed.
270513 A love
They do not learn to love. They live to love. There are countless volumes of books describing great love stories through the centuries. Monuments in human memory, not to brighten them. They love. They live the experiments of love. No, they are not in a laboratory, but their lives goes through a laboratory. They are the experimenters and they experimenting. Equally endangered to fail in their own experiment. They hurt each other with their failure. A kiss is not enough. They are looking forward to get carried away, to lose breaths. They have a convenience to pass from the one side to the other. Their imaginary life looks like the wiring on a thick sweater which does not protect them from the freezing their ellipse. The vacuum of their discharge swallows them. They stay cool. They have learned thousands of words over the years at school. They've learned their lesson. In the flesh now. They get first aid knowledge, to take care of their wounds. To nurse their selves. Or their friend's woods. Ironically. They chew and spit the proposal that they've heard: that life is simple. It is not.
200513 Adventure
The great adventure of life. A labyrinth full of lost people. The decision to find the exit. You ask for it. You give for it. Without measuring things every time times. Look around you. The nature. Its bid. It persists in a hostile human environment to offer. It's a lesson to the barbarians passing by. Doomed to desecrate it become absorbed into an eternal defeat. It's the inexorable arithmetic. The faith in the ephemeral power. Down to the drain of the valuable balance of the world. You are a simple voyager struggling to be present. It's this point that you don't pick your enemies. Your enemies are like the ballast that grows as much as your trip lengthens.
