MOMENT

She came running but it was late again. She thought she didn´t deserve any friend. Alone, surrounded by them, she couldn´t wait for this story to end. It´s too much for her, cold on this sunny day, sad is the only way. Threatened to take away her freedom, she hide from herself to go through life on silent wisdom. Running away, start to feel the same, she´s getting bored of playing the same wrong game, guess she´ll have to use another name. Feeling happy is not for her, it´s an illusion for them to stare. Leave her alone, don´t need his smile, she´s not sorry, just want to look into the black hole for a while. She doesn´t like to turn into what she becomes, sadly there´s no one around to hold her hand. Must she always be so wrong ? it sound so stupid to listen the same scratched song. She must forget and stand up, but then again, what´s the point on doing that. It´s always bringing her down, kicked and bruised, burried underground. Tired of being lonely, this world is not for her, what can she know under these clouds, just that she´s still standing there. Is she making herself clear ? All she want is have a moment to dissapear.

LAST CHANCE

Their behavior is unacceptable, the world they live in is so unbearable. They even speak in a foreign language, far away in space they can manage. Never judge them because of their action everytime the say one word they do it with passion. Love seem to be all around but to notice it they have to make no sound. Tired, bored and hungry the long way back home turn them a little bit angry. Impatient and cold they are quickly growing old. He try to stay quiet or she would start a never ending riot. Whenever they build, there has to be destruction, otherwise, is

a relation with no atraction.

GIVE THEM A REASON

She sat under the wide, old tree, felt the moist wood with her left hand, trying to touch the reality that she couldn´t understand. It will take time and hard work to heal, it happens everytime that she is so obssesed to feel. The wound is still open, the system fragile and unstable, every other day, the darkness gets into deep and make her doubt that she is always able. He was on his way to his secret, lonely place, where he can be sure nobody can see his face. Try to keep calm but lost all faith, instead of finding a better reason for him to stay. Now the time to play for them is over, they want to build a present that can remain sober. It might be difficult, or look impossible, but the thruth has always been the same, as long as they try, is the only way they know that stop them from going insane.

PRISONER OF HIS OWN DEVICE

She wonders where is he wondering, and what is he looking for, or if he is looking for something. Usually he doesn´t look because he is too busy exploring incredible things that just found kind of by accident if you don´t believe in destiny, He is too curious for loosing the opportunity to see things upside down because in that way he gets to understand a bit more and accept why and what life is about, and the way they behave and treat each other could be the only and big difference between knowing what is right and what isn´t. Only then he can trust to close his eyes and walk barefoot through the dark and scary part of that period of time, a moment she calls life, without the usual fear that crawls under his skin and seems that it is going to eat him up slowly from inside out and makes him really believe that is failling or loosing when really there is no better one or winners in this fake game where everyone wants to compete even when there is no ending in this so called race, and no golden cup to give to the first one that arrives to that lost, unknown and lonely place where nobody is waiting clapping and happy because no one really cares about him.