I have had this on for some time now.
The renunciation of a God.
When a God renounces to its people.
When it all ends.
When it gives up. What is left?
When God is tired of the lies and the false promises and of it all, what then?
Where does hope and faith fall into place?
When “it” is gone, what then?
Tengo una pregunta, un pensamiento, recurrente. Que es de la gente, de las masas, cuando su Dios renuncia a su puesto? De que sera todo aquello por lo cual vivieron? En donde quedan las promesas y las bendiciones?
Si Dios renunciara a su gente, que seria de la gente?
Hacia donde se dirige la vida cuando no hay nada mas que el hoy y el ayer? Cuando la promesa de el despues se despide, en que corazon cabe la esperanza?
No hay nada mas que la vida de dia y dia, y solo eso.
La ley de la humanidad es lo unico que existiria.
Como ocurre la renunciacion de un Dios hacia su gente? Y que seria?
Broken Window Scenery
-I dreamdt this place and number about two days ago and its still in my head. I wonder what it is?
When self-pity matures into complacency.
When it becomes normal, everyday routine.
When the day goes by too fast.
When you find yourself unconscious.
Fuck this.
No more.
Today I stop it.
They should make a cemetary for those ideas that people never went through with.
Just a huge place where all those ideas can go that never went further than thoughts.
When ideas die or when they are suppressed, we step back as people.
Ive got a million.
What is it about a man?
What is it about pain?
What is it about being normal,
that hurts much more,
than being dead.
What is it about a torn man,
that attracts the flies?
Is it the smell of blood?
The putridness of fear?
Or is it simply curiosity?
That which leads us,
from cradle to grave.
Away we jump from the nest.
Some jump too soon,
fall
and break their neck.
Some jump too late,
and end up being afraid.
There isn’t a time.
No, there isn’t a definite time.
There never is,
but the now.
The eyes are not here.
Nor are they there.
They are gone.
Simply gone.
Fired away.
As a tracer,
flying,
fired,
gone and away.
-Thoughts about a friend of mine.
Palabras mas, palabras menos. En fin.
Todo es lo mismo.
