In the chase of answers, some fall like from above and of course, as every true answer, some of them hurt and a lot. Of course, the great battles about truth are now ignored 'cause it doesn't mean a problem now that the great truth is that one that you can create in your head. I've visited air castles, I've been on the iron sea, I've seen a room full of all color fabrics and I've ran to hug between the crowd someone who's already gone.
Fantasy, the savior of a generation that was created under a society in pain.
I find no wrong in the wright of just wanted to go out and shout loud watching how your words turn into clouds and you're the hero of the land that crave for something better. We can all be heroes even in the reality. The problem is is when we are heroes alone of ourselves, or maybe we got the wrong one.
Where am I going with all this? Is there's a reason to continue this large argument if there's no destiny to reach? Are we just running in circles? Because if that's the case, I'm tired of being the dog that chase the tail.
We dream not because we can, but because we need. Every need is need in self.
A sparkling fly cross her eyes and she forgot her argument until the night after.
Sueña, grita, muere, vive, ríe.
