Eva

 

In a click you invade a place. 

Your social media

You invade

a camara 

a magazine 

the hands of million eyes.

Your eyes

Your hands

Your horizons

Your blessed soul

You invade the eyes of your social media followers

Your dreams

Your own pleasures

Your cries

Your lamentations

You drink a juicy thing and you´re gone. 

Gone and away to a trap. 

Your thirsty harms you. You´re in and poof.

You surrender to your thirsty.

Damn

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea 

And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff And brought him strings, and sealing wax, and other fancy stuff Oh, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist, in a land called Honah Lee Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist, in a land called Honah Lee Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail Noble kings and princes would bow whenever they came Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name Oh, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist, in a land called Honah Lee Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist, in a land called Honah Lee A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys One gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more And Puff, that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave So Puff, that mighty dragon, sadly slipped into his cave Oh, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist, in a land called Honah Lee Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist, in a land called Honah Lee

Young anymore

It´s time for you to begin a new chapter in your life. And not so adventures and challenges.

Young anymore

Woosh, regrets and to forget.

You should be yourself. But there´re and always will be fatores and people that may interfere on your personal being.

You should look the way you like and in the way that make you feel well with yourself. With your person and being.

You should paint yourself, your days and your life with the colors you like. Your hair color and style, the rímel, the make up, the lips stick or with your natural skin and natural visual.

You should wear the underwear, the clothes and the shoes you like and that make you feel well.

People react and act depending of the circumstance and the fatores of a moment. People react and act depending of what made them react and act in that way at that moment. Behaving naturally, forced to do something or behaving badly.

Someone on the street say hello to you. 

You say hello?

Someone on the street interferes on your path. 

Someone crashes you against the clowns trash. Too many clowns.

You want to go that way, but you are forced to change your course.

Someone on the street took a picture of you. You are a brunette, a blonde and you like fashion. Your eyes, your nose, your mouth, your hears. No magic pictures of you were taken.

You like your privacy. You like to make a distance. You like to be on your place in tranquility and in peace. Doing your own things and in your own way.

Never enough. People always want more. And they do wrong. An empty wallet, homeless, loosing and killing the pleasures and dying young, too soon.

Quantity and price not always pay. Then people carry the expenses and the cost of heart breaks, regrets and lamentations. Self mutilation, destruction and the deep pain. Some people like the pain.

Nothing is perfect. The Humans, the world and the universe are not perfects. The Gods were not perfect when they imagined, created and build the universe, the world, life and the Humans. The light was perfect. The day and the night. The warm of the sun too. The air the humans and the animals breath. The earth, the land, the landscapes and the horizons where human and animals live. The colors, not so perfect, the sun affects the skin. The place where human live, walk and work, the landscapes, the sky and the mountain, the valleys and the hills, no one is there... the sources, the water humans drink, the rain, rivers and oceans, the beaches and the bitches, beautiful ones, the trees and the fruits, the fire, the meat and love, Man and woman, children and babies, life. The Human and the animals though, imagination, creation, fantasy, dreams... 

No one is perfect. Perfection is never reached. People can only try to do things and well done. Closer to the perfect point.

People should believe there´s something and someone higher than the Human kind.

How the universe, the world and life were created and build. The beginning of time, the beginning of life. All that surrounds and support life on earth´

Is there life beyond earth´ Is someone there´

People should believe it.

Everything has it´s end. And earth will have it´s end.

We pray, we search to find the answers. We pray and we hope. 

People believe and have faith.

Religion. Religions. Believers and unbelievers. Or absenteeism, disbelievers. No faith. No hope, No feelings, No instincts. No love. Emptiness.

Where am i in this story?

Where are you? With who? What are you thinking? What are you saying? Trying to say? What are you doing? What are you going to do? What are you aiming for? 

Are you beginning or ending something?

I´M NOWHERE. I´M NOBODY, I´M NOTHING.

Even the Facebook message that was read but not published. 

But knowledge may be there at the fingertips.

What´s fear´

Finger his ass.

Someone that have fears. Afraid of something or afraid of someone. Someone that have personal insecurities that turn into fears. However hides himself at the gate of the túnel of fears.

Where the idea of fearless come from´

It came from himself. From his fears.