Rain clouds over bridges and rivers

Those who had always been, had never known
felt a void that couldn't be filled
looked for answers in ignorants gurus
let days fly away, nights find them naked
as naked were their selves.

Words spoken by others were meaningless,
but they couldn't utter a speech at all
as they felt nothing they said was worth
as they let others be on the spotlight
because they needn't be seen at all.

Time was senseless as they in parallel evolved
she was not even born when he felt the urge,
an urge that could not be satisfied
as well as she was growing up,
he got lost in the search for many times.

He sat and smoke when she could not even breath,
he ran away to nowhere as she was still crawling,
he cried from pain, she cried just to be bred,
his dreams...faded, her dreams...just to begin,
a nameless hope, a blank poem in the sheet.

And then she dared to talk to him,
he said nothing as he didn't expect to be seen,
he stood still, she walked away
they went to sleep, to dream again
not knowing what her acts could get to mean.

Now she's asleep, he can't wait her to wake up and fill him.

Slepless dreams

There are day when you wish you hadn't woken up, everything seems to go wrong, the smallest match can start a vast destructive fire, every word is missunderstood, each puff goes the wrong way and leaves you breathless, every sip drains you instead of satisfiying your thirst even if you drink to your will, none of your ideas comes out right and, while every song is meaningless, every book is wordless as well as any movie you watch has faded to black.

Too many days you cannot sleep eventhough you'd kill for a bad nap despite having endless time for your own because it seems that Morpheus has forgotten your existance, nevertheless the muse doesn't appear making your hours absolutely useless.

What what about if you sleep with your muse? She writes something down which is the spark for burning creation? She smiles making wrongs rights? She shares her last cigarette with you? She has a leading role in the movie of your life, the main character in a book you cannot write as you, selfishly, want to keep it for yourself, her voice is the music of the lyrics in your brain? What about if she could lock and unlock your brain without doing it out of obligation to decipher your lights and shades?

What about if I don't wanna sleep anymore when I'm with you as I can't when you're away?

Tricycle rides in a heart shape circuit

Memories of unexperienced events can sometimes be more powerful and appealing than realities as they have the power to be esculpted as wet clay in the hands of a gifted potter and get to contain all the feeelings one restrains.

The dialogues are made up as in the best of my scripts, flawless, witty and touching. My brain becomes the best director of photography and there are no budget boundaries as anything I want this scene to be becomes right what I expected to. The actress deserves all the awards because she says her lines with unexpected charm and her eyes have the spark of innocence nobody can keep as we grow older and tougher and life touches us off.

This memory of something that never happened can be so intense that you just wish it had been true as it would be better than chilhoods too easily stolen, broken human toys and rainy days when the sun shone for the others.

I can hear your voice yelling "Tarinyu" and it drives me back to a place in my mind where I was there for you before we ever met. Then, I turn my face and face reality, you...Ride to the finish line

Reality is always better as the search for perfection is just an endless source of insatisfaction.

Hold your horses

Reach the shore after the longests of the storms,
a relentless, restless, pointless and rootless
wild tornado removed the houses made of straw
to leave only the shelter made of stone.

Search the lighthouse in the middle of the night
as your boat has been sailing adrift for too long
in a sea born nourished by the tears you cry
dwelt by monsters calling you with mermaid songs.

Believe in spite of having been let down
let out the survivor of the frigate "Pain",
the victims of the shipwreck are already mourned
let's take a new crew and sail away.

Start a fight

I haven't used other people's words so far, but Mr Chuck Palnhiuk got it so right that nothing I could add would get an inch close to these wise words.

"Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler." (Fight Club)

Time bomb

I could say I wish I had been been able to bite my tongue for ever, I could say I wish the door hadn't been opened and closed from its outside, I could apologise because plenty of times I spoil wonderful things just because of my temper or I, who usually worries about each word, choose the worst in the worst moment. I always said I had bad timing and now I see the paintings by my side and can only think why I had to talk nonsenses when in the moment I stayed quiet. Maybe there will be a time when I get to know why I harm civilians in a war where I cannot face any real enemy, probably I'm my worst enemy most of the time, surely I shouldn't be writing now, because I should be laying by your side, feeling your smile, enjoying your company.

Lesson one is hard to understand and I'm on my way to accept I never will, why do I push away the ones I love, why do I always go to far, even when I thought I had got calm?

Lesson two is plain and simple, why do I care about what others do, when I'm smashed by the sincerity of your acts?

Lesson three is to accept my own flaws. I'm thinking about it and have no answer, but just your voice, your sympathy, closely understanding my feelings, and the rough sea becomes a lake in which we can sail together towards a horizon with a sun that never sets.

I'm supposed to be the teacher but I've been taught today.

Wake up!! Time to live!!

If I were a Nexus 6, I'd be about to die right now. Those memories from my childhood would be only implants from somebody else's life. I would have never played basketball, never studied in that "charming" catholic school, never met some of the people who have become shadows, never seen some beloved ones die or some be born.

I got to apreciate art, literature and cinema, although I was supossed to be a money maker. I got to cross some boundaries I was never meant to. I smoked too much, drank too little. I made some good pics I lost just to reach I point when I want to make some new from scartch, I wrote plenty of things that got lost or became meaningless, just to find the inner need to keep on writing. I worked too many hours, found too little pleasure on them. I let some chances that would have changed my live completly go until I realized my time was not gone and I had to chase new ones, I have plenty of time to be what or who I always wanted to be and, sitting next to a work of art in progress, not mine, by the way, the epiphany I had long ago is getting brightly clear and I found my Rachael.

Fertility/sterility of the population, religion, mass media, society of genetically-manipulated humanoid slaves.Living progeria, time gets too short, but some still waste their lives, the wealthy live above the workers and those only dream of going upper and upper. Enough, I'm alienated and, finally, I feel fine. It's time to go North. I have seen the unicorn origami figure, I have to deal with my dream.

If I were a Nexus 6, I would join Batty and say..."I want more life, fucker"