NIGHT TIME SWAN

He was looking for shelter in the wrong place, while she was working hard and already find her space. Good things happen to good people, one friend said, but this kid is not even using his head. Is it so terrible to miss that girl´s scent? for him was the best time spent. Go back in time cannot erase the crime, live the life as it is now is the best thing he could find. Fear of living alone is a minor part, at that momment he thought he know who was the owner of the other half of his heart. Mind twisted puzzles give them reason and hope, even when they realize most of the time they´re hanging from a thin thread of what once was a strong, thick rope. There´s no rescue team on this ancient sport, they have to find their way out with no help of any sort. Nightmares present themselves as owners of the night, not all of them ending with the bright morning light. Trying to fix that big hole in the sky, it never works, is another night going to bed asking again "why?".

THE UNCOMFORTABLE COMBINATION

There was food on the table, but no one will eat, they rather be hungry but walking free on the cold street. Carrying a lifetime on their shoulders and no ceiling above their head, move until the sunrise, they know there ´s no safe bed. Surrounded by colored figures from old magazines explaining without words something really deep, possibly the meaning of those dark memories they´re not allowed to speak. Hidding between the shadows on a perfect moonless night, if only the mind hunters would rest and accept to loose this fight. Kind words from a gentle friend, turns to be the begining of a very unpleasent end. Messed up on a reduced space and a brain so numb, no way to escape from this place just keep on playing dumb. Under yellow city lights they felt the blues, for sure no one else want to be on their shoes. A palace built from wood is easy to burn, no more chance for them, they just took their last and only turn.

THE MIRROR

It wasn´t the first time they were affraid of destiny, have to move on, and learn from time when it´s all done. Feel her presence is a constant in his life, now that any game includes a knife. Closed his eyes and the images came to his mind, after all he knows she´s one of a kind. Walking slowly through silent roads, wandering always when calm will calm to those. Every image has her scent, impossible to to doubt it, just wish her well. Bringing flowers as a gift, hoping the good side of him never ends it´s shift. No place to go back, just build a new home, forever scared to be alone. Eating apples in the middle of the night, wishing to fall asleep and end that stupid fight. Searching to find a quiet piece of land, where he can be free to hold her hand. Where art is the way, is all around, get rid of that damn silence, where her tunes are the only sound.

THE MILLION DOLLAR SMILE

It seems impossible that not so long ago, her kind words could change almost all. He was sure that alone he´d be lost, how could he sail safe and back to her beautiful coast. For some time it was good to sleep on the ground, and all those momments that he cryed and no one listened to any sound. He found shelter between books and twisted writing, now that there´s no one near to end up fighting. They both have the wounds still open caused by the sutil weapons of love, if they look carefully there´s always some sign of hope in a star on the sky above. Don´t give up, is something he must do, "How can I do that" - he thought - "if I don´t have you." When did that dream started? He didn´t remember. No logical explanation to their actual situation, experts say is only a matter of perception. He raised his hand and touched a little bit of sky, as he wondered, is it another experience there for him, or just again the same question "Why"?

3D SHADOWS

His complex, inmature mind refuse to believe in reality, they grew up with a "die fast" mentality. Living on an open door prison cell, he refuses to listen the veredict that only Time can tell. She´s not here or even there, when it´s time to call, no one can find her anywhere. Clean the screen for a better drive, it´s a long, painful way to that place where they will never arrive. They shared all the love they could, passionate and violently he say, wish that it could be different, but at last he was just one more guy she met on her way. Never thought to get that far, always dreaming about reaching that last lonely star. Banged his head against the concrete wall, one more time he let her love break his soul. No way to go back, and undo what´s already done, the wounds turning into scars remind him the sadness of what it means to be a man. No compassion for them both of any kind, now they wonder after this, what else is out there for them to find.