There’s only half a second between god and devil.
A pack of cards just waiting on top a round, dark wood table, the present, past and future. Seven cards, seven premonitions with a deadly meaning like only seven can have. A prince and a queen, so v.i.p are we, a five and six torment and disgrace, a star as bright as only night can be, and at the end? No other than seven itself so beautiful outside so rotten inside, oh yes what else could it be.
There are some stars outside, few people on the street, a car going by, a twirling wind asking directions to nowhere land, bad luck it seems. This flight is full. After all this is a small aircraft only five seats and million more in each one. A small clay bowl with three peanuts and a gallon of beer.
How long can a man act? And when the act becomes his life?
I questioned life long before seeing any movie or reading book, i questioned the way things work and man actions by nature, like many did before me... how many of us have not the privilege of writing a book or making a movie although our point of view is by far more plausible or passionable than those that do.
We are denied nothing but simply by thinking we are subject of evaluation and ridiculous accusations.. we grasp our very humanity on a small portion of sanity and if that isn't enough we are strangled by those less fortunated, their stupidity and horror... I say no names, i question myself before others by doing so i should be my only judge and free to live my life has i wish, but i'm not.. Lack of values they say, how inquisitive how tyrant. My choices are mine alone and i regret only those that i hurt, i have no joy on others pain only in doing what i feel i must... thought is my killer, like a suicidal lady i throw myself in the deep waters of pain never to come back.
Sweet pleasure. To rest after all this time after all this torment, so few have touched the sky has i did, just to fall on the ruthless darkness of constrainment. Do you live for yourself or for others sake?
No one knows... things i told you long ago things that I know you don't remember anymore or seem to you just silly theories silly memories silly me will make all the meaning, it is not a matter of choice it simply is, you know me better than anyone and yet you don't know me. strange you think in your quiet bedroom, so far we are in all things, even from ourselves