Is fear the sick face of desire? are they both superfluous?
The animal in me rises, wants it´s share of suicidal banging his head against something solid.
Scream you beast and flex to destroy.
Is there a lack of acceptation? Can you be loved if you dont play right?
You cannot be loved for what you are, you can be loved for the rituals you enact in the best stereotyped way, where creativity hides deeper need to conform, mating rituals between actors,rituals of fairness and galateo, the ancient lines of good business.
Is love at the end a system? what are we craving for?
To me this spiritual terminology made of awakening,compassion,universal,evolution,pray, light wisdom and joy is forced.
M I but a believer as anyone else, failing acceptation and plaing my part everyday. I haven´t been trough the ultimate and I pretend I have been killed a million times, I play like understanding the responsibility that the universe has put on my shoulders, but at the end I´m unable to fill up the content of this destiny as everyone else. and the world spinns and wI kill precious questions in a blink.
You arose the beast in me and it´s probably a good thing reminding me that I don´t understand why I get so Mad.
What m I supposed to do?
Go to Bed earlier?
Eat healty?
Don´t take grass?
Don´t cheat
make love?
Have friends?
Study german?
Go to UnI
Grow up?
What is it?
I´m trying......not hard enough?. What´s this restlessnes?
And why m I sharing the mood of an entire population?
What´s this pissed off tiger ready to splitt your head
or his own.
Why?
Why?
What does it mean? M I asking the wrong questions?
Is it my fear speaking? shall I put a price tag on my head, offer on E-bay and see how many bidders are out there for the Italian slave?
M I asking for love? admiration? Fame? Money? do I play the same vain games of a Boyband? Aren´t you too?
There is a card in the Tarocchi.
The hanged man, an enlightened Hero accepting the fork, Jesus, this is my game, can mankind play it twice and still be right? Is this our game?

I´m sure there will be a day, and I´ll be about thirty, where the game will have gotten so complex that everyone will simply forget how to play. There our deams will glue to reality and each human beeing will be eager to stand up and live a new morning.