Go to a much happier place, away from all those people who surround you and try to crush you, survival and solitude looking for a place where your peace of mind is not threatened. There are no concepts that can define you and no ideas that can stop you in your tracks. More than logic it is a sense of survival, a sense of spiritual strength to find yourself.<\/p>\n
You open your eyes, thousands of small eyes that watch the dangers, watch carefully to protect you. You lie on a beach with sadness in your eyes and anxiety in your mouth; a red thread is the one that binds you to those people that apparently only death can cut. The passage of time and its incessant march wreaks its havoc and takes you away from reality. We fell into the nets of some spell, or rather of \u201cThe Spell\u201d, that ancestral spell that some call love, others flirtation.<\/p>\n
A nobody who becomes the hero of the city, I assure you that if he were in Mexico he wouldn't last 10 minutes in the barrio bravo. When you least realize it, we hold hands and look towards the sky, the object of desire helps you to get the words out and heal your wounds. The path of death has been very present in our lives, it leads us to discover who we are, we navigate the murky waters of our thoughts, the over jump welcomes us in the moonlight.<\/p>\n
The sun caresses our bodies by the morning light and the chagrin of guilt, one more chapter of random thoughts with no apparent connection closes until the faucet of inspiration is turned on again. The spell is vanquished, the fly flies victorious to enjoy its last hours of life, it is helpless with nowhere to look or by whom to be saved. The words flow in a magical way, non-stop, unrestrained and unfiltered, I am no longer afraid of them; this is a new voice, the voice of the marginalized, of those who do not let themselves be carried away by the rest, of us, our voice.<\/p>\n
Don't question the things that happen, just enjoy the moment, that infinite smile and those dots that I can't stop looking at, and in the end we always end up talking about a class struggle, about what makes us feel superior to others, a sample of our intellectual capacity. I fell into the spider's web of the movie I have seen thousands of times, a reality that we both don't know, that we don't want to define or unravel. The longing to find you leads me to do stupid things; you weave your nets to bring closer the people you love but without knowing why.<\/p>\n
Your movements are slow and careless as of someone who does not care about his destiny, loose and empty ideas without a direction of their own, I realized that you have not lived up to your name. The ideas in your heart are like flowers that are born in spring and look you in the eyes, logic tells you that you have to escape from danger, that you have to look for what makes you happy; nature surrounds you and makes you feel special, makes you feel that someone loves you.<\/p>\n