Polet

Moving on n degrees of freedom in all of them and still unable to manipulate time, but allows us to create, manipulate and even predicted a few things, all this thanks to the model, the abstraction that man has come to conceive, but that has not always have been enough to simplify the model to solve it, take it to things we know, to which we are familiar, where we lived, in some cases we have read, or worse just heard. But still we believe, and often we assume we can solve, but life is more complex, you can say you've learned from the past but nothing is as situations change every second, may be similar but there are always changes, you can not find and evaluate parameters to see whether they are adequate or even appear to be near the solution, you have no chance. Time does not forgive people like.

In life, all decisions more difficult are those in which the margin of error is zero, in which there is a change of direction in the course of life, can not turn back. Hating, desiring to be forgetting someone but I always lose, I can not win, I've forgotten how to smile I've forgotten who to be happy as in the past, I'll start from scratch because I've lost everything, and stop believing and stop dreaming, when I had in my hands is gone, all I have left is grief and sadness, I have lived with it so long that nothing else matters, I try to live but just want to die, slowly kills me every moment, every second makes me die why can not I be as strong as I wanted. My hatred made me stand, but now I'm nothing but a dreamer with broken dreams.

Te amo Polet pero al final fue inutil.

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Wandering with dreams in a world devoid of illusions, traveling guided by the stars that are feint by city lights, seeing stories in which men forget their origin, taking pictures for not trying to forget what they are leaving their memories reflected in pictures, setting aside his mind, preventing the clouds in the sky draw pictures that can not be drawn by men, memories that are triggered by smells, sounds, idealizations that are more than vague sighs in this world, images of people that are damaged or are being restored, some are still fuzzy, but the feelings he felt for them are still there, so strong and fine as the feelings they had for them.

I walk alone trying to be a little stronger, try to get away for not hurting anyone, making it possible to reinvent what I was, even knowing that the essence of the people does not change, recalling what I do not want to recall, feeling what I do not want feel, 'm just someone who dreams and can not stop dreaming, hoping that one day the pain is more tenuous, that my effort page dividends at least once, but I know that illusions are to be broken like glass castles and still are so strong to live in them.

Beyond the clouds and stars wherever they are images of ancient worlds created, there where the rain are caress and the sacred blood of a gorgon creates winged horses, where fire is delivered by a titan, chained to a rock for an eagle engulfed his bowels, there where myths live and men become heroes, a world in which the gods were more men than men, They are gods in which the possibility to believe in them exist.

Time

Time waits for no one, not even the gods.

Days do not come back, memories that are lost over time, faces are forgotten, they become fuzzy images, voices that are no longer, meaning and songs you do not want to hear again. The pain does not disappear, but you know that more is better not to enlarge the wound, solutions can not be applied, chaotic world view, where to say what you feel is wrong, where truth-telling is a fatality, where believing is the worst of all defects, but people do not change, nature tells them seek their well regardless of the other, there are few people who are not even say so otherwise, good Samaritans who are missing in the world those who see the good of others without thinking of themselves, I can not really be like them so that I think that I help the people that I care, they taught me not to think of me because I'm just a point in a painting, but every time I see how futile, disappointed people that protect or with attempts to do so is worst, I always hated the geocentric theory, lecturing causes for pleasure sought to explain the effects likely to arise.

If I am dead or alive does not matter, only the moment in which I live, which was affected by the past, it was modified only in moments, Not only by me but by those who were linked to me

People live and die according to his precepts and beliefs, or is at least what I believe, looking to end their misery, seeking to achieve their wishes, some flying so high that his wings melt and other prefer to be creeping animals. But only a few reach their glory, that makes us feel alive when we reach a goal, although this is very small almost imperceptible to the eyes of others.

Time being an implacable judge who can not cheat, one that governs all beings without exception, one that suffocates his mere presence, which nobody has been able to overcome or is what has been seen. A second older every second, one second not to return, a second left, a moment that still hurts.

Move

Wandering between two worlds, having a transition that is modeled in time, seeing the changes that occur in our world that guide paramtros, pr trying to change the sake of change. Showing new imperfections, Tranter to hide modifying the behavior of our being, trying to do things that are impossible for man, watching the dreams disappear like ice in the early spring, a sky so clear that lets you see the moon and stars withthe water clarity so far lost in eternity, so beautiful that men pomanders and stories created by thinking about them, wanting to touch them, looking for inspiration in them, writing, painting, singing or perhaps to find satisfaction in what we call art, admiration for those who carry out or complete incomprehension for generations.

Uncertainty in the world that allows perpetual motion from the point of view of humans, a spark of humanity that lasted for the time of the earth, spices have come and gone over time and the land continues. without waiting for anyone.

Walking between the stars looking for the meaning of things, trying to explain what our instincts tell us, seeking the reason why we move, shaping all we can, to explain and control their behavior, just to satisfy us. Drugs that elevate our thoughts that allow us to reach new horizons, people who achieve s need for them, destroying our world, changing paradigms, such as Galileo Galilei said to be retracted against the Inquisition "Eppur Si Mouve".

I just think is a little I have left.

Men

Walking in the shadows of the trees, seeing some decayed by time and men, arrested off the rocks that block the road, design a different world in my mind, trying to imagine a world where the stars are in the ground and the roses walk between men, looking where perfection has never existed, showing that men only particles moving along the time, in the space, looking for neighborhoods which converges, but applications tend to chaos, our world is transformed by the facts of the universe and acts of the humankind, deranged our vision, in which we seek for stability, aiming to control our environs, that's what we need because we need to feel fine, pretend that we can control our surroundings, when all we can do is maintain a certain behavior, which allows us to modify or so it seems, with behavior as nonlinear and stochastic it is almost impossible to predict. But there are always predictive behaviors and those eyes which people calls the window to value the soul, to watch it, for those who have one.
Some believe that God or the gods are the plans to all those who decide on the men. Having fun with them putting obstacles and situations to test their faith, seeing how strong your willpower, making a pact with Mephistopheles, disputing the souls of men like a ball in a football game, slowly breaking down, devastating just to see who is superior, ironic for a good of love and hope

[Male Voice]
is it only a decoration, or are you a
true Christian believer?

[Female Voice]
Yes, I believe - truly.

Then I want you to remove it at once!
- and never to wear it within this castle
again! Do you know how a falcon is trained my
dear? Her eyes are sewn shut. Blinded temporarily
she suffers the whims of her God patiently, until
her will is submerged and she learns to serve -
as your God taught and blinded you with
crosses.

You had me take off my cross because it
offended....

It offended no-one. No - it simply appears
to me to be discourteous to... to wear
the symbol of a deity long dead.
My ancestors tried to find it. And to open
the door that seperates us from our Creator.

But you need no doors to find God.
If you believe....

Believe?! If you believe you are...gullible.
Can you look around this world and believe
in the goodness of a god who rules it?
Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death!
They rule this world.

There is also love and life and hope.

Very little hope I assure you. No. If a god
of love and life ever did exist...he is long
since dead. Someone...something rules in his
place.

"And When He Falleth" - Theater of Tragedy

DMN

The movement that so many look like ants from one side to the other, chaotic as it should be out of quick exits the subway, looking for clues, seeking new solutions for old problems, still open to new, encoding, encrypting, and creating just for fun, a day to remember as everyone else, a person traveling between strangers, people who are unlikely to see again, doors are closed and it is better not open them, hide old demons and evils which would be better not to see them again , some of them so old that have been forgotten by the men, would be say by Lovecraft, but the greatest evil of the men is inside the mind of man himself creating his own demons and enemies, a scenario in which the actors are so great fears and insecurities as the imagination allows searching think they are not alone, trying to be the center of his own universe. Sometimes they will be awarding those thoughts created by our subconscious than those that feed us inside, we quench with that fear that makes us feel alive.

Tomorrow may be worse, but never mind, with memories of a painful past, a past that was so dark and yet so beautiful dual as the man himself as deep as the October sky crowned with stars, all these years trying to deny certain facts to seek refuge where there was an attempt to create empires in the clouds, flying so high that the sun melted my wings and a rose job done in a matter of days. Trying to keep the memories close to my thought, trying to do away with the hope that intoxicates me with false visions of a world to which I can not belong, which will always be others. Every morning I get the idea and every night I try not to dream of what are now my worst nightmares. Continue as a harlequin mask showing waiting time do lessen the pain, or that this creates a larger wound.

Smile when your heart broke, I curse the love, at least is what I want.

We are who we are, people do not change.

dead

When the dead walk among the living, tasting their food and drinks, that enjoy when they were alive, traveling between men who do not have fear if awaiting their return with joy and hope, because those are my traditions, which I always enjoy, looking at the cemetery, playing as a child. Maybe that's why I'm not afraid to die, the dead are not forgotten here in my country and we make fun of death as well as respect it.

But there are more human deaths than have actually died Walk like moths to the fire desperately seeking a end, trying to satisfy their needs, their desires, their revenge, their purposes, some do not see beyond their last wish, others want to forget it again. But there are also those who try to stop being dead, desperately seeking to be back among the living, seeking strength to where you have opportunity, these are the agreements that created or to which they were subjected.

Sometimes it's best to go between them that is the only place you can call home.

A glass of wine, remembering willing forget agonizing feeling a pain for which no use common cures and medicines have no effect. But even so it is best to pretend to be alive, now I hope that the dead have a feast and return safely to their world, because the living dead will follow with their cries.

One smile, one whisper, one voice.