Tiempo perfecto

Lack of sanity has exceeded in its reasons: one doubt willing not to be sureness and another one wanting not to be exposed. You didn´t mean to avoid the answers, I’ve just found stubborn questions…  

My lips, unsuccessfully, dare pretend you here: I still close my eyes. The awakening put an end at every day I´m having. Nobody realizes it but it’s pertinent to keep it in mind: my words haven´t been taken from You still… 

The future, certainly, lacks of certain moments. Some perfects of the tenses have changed my present: I had told you, I had given myself to you… And from those perfects which now they’re present: I have been left in the past…

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For a second job…

It was a gray morning. The rain took everyone’s prayers and put them on the ground. Not. On the streets. Streets full of holes. Holes understood as scars. Scars of this city. A city with nothing left but holding on. Just like people waiting on supermarket´s lines. Lines for food. For a second job. A job born from the chaos. And by the way: such a chaos brought to establish order. Yes. An order. A convenient order. So we all go and watch TV, read the papers, complain, and complain again until we begin to hope. Finally. Hoping for a better tomorrow and tomorrow is today. And today it’s raining and the morning was gray… But this is not just a sad feeling. Nope. Among the events of the day people still find a better look, a fancy place to gather (and yes, still complaining) but there are some who laugh, upload pictures of a nice lifestyle, even with these news, with these politicians. So I wonder if it may be our wonder; if this is a beauty I don’t understand because I spend too much time staring at elsewhere ones. I can’t help it. The concept of beauty and wonder I grew up with is far from this one. But I get this sort of a kind. Chaos: when is induced by power, it is just a beautiful thing…