Awalazat

I am sick of parks and educative buildings. Concrete bores me up so much that the mollecules of caffeine from my coffee are the only thing that keeps my eyes open.

Open on what? Open on shallow conversations and massive clouds above.

Have you noticed that everywhere you go, you have the sky above? That helps me feel at home everywhere I happen to find myself, that unreachable beauty of the clouds.

What the fuck? How can vaporized water do THAT to me?

I think it's not the clouds, but light covering up the clouds.

And no doubt it is absolutely random; but still they express your mood in the perfect terms.

So I get out of a square concrete cube, all desguised with tables and chairs and a chalkboard, and the first thing I do is looking up. Just to make sure. To make sure the sky is still there, covered by clouds.

They can be something to hold on to. The clouds I mean, the shapes of the clouds, their shadows.

And just like a heart, they turn black and blurry and they start leaking.

Man, the rain just covers it all you know; everybody gets wet at the same time. The parks and the educative buildings. All the concrete and the grass, it all gets wet the same way. And while the whole community of all living beings takes a shower together, I happen to think that all the water is old water.

Very old man, very fucking old. Much older than anybody you have ever heard of or talked about. Everything that gets soaked in the rain is younger that the rain drops themselves. I mean just think about it! A star crashes into another star and the inertia of that massive collision sets a whole globe of matter going on forever around an even bigger star full of power that we happen to call the sun. And the best part is that it sets the earth spinning at the exact distance to the sun so it's neither too hot or two cold for life to happen.

What a blast! The original conception moment. What a shag it must have been!

But what have we done with the gift of life? We created parks and educative buildings; we covered it up with concrete. Then we build parks, to hide from the grey colors we worked so hard to build up. But there is no hiding place, baby. No one can escape the rain, nobody can avoid the sky.

I'm tired of artificial structures. I want to get out, I want to get wet and not being able to dry off.
I want to feel Nature laughing at me; and I want to laugh at Nature.

Maybe that way we could laugh together one day.

But even then, Nature will always have that huge advantage. If I cry, Nature will cry harder. If I scream, it will shut me up. If I run, Nature will always end up seizing me. Always stronger, always faster, always wiser. And then, when I die... it will bury me, swallow me, decompose my body and feed itself up with me; just like I have been feeding myself up with it.

But if I love, Nature will just don't care.

We are only a small fraction of it; but what a part!

We are the part that has the ability to apreciate beauty. We can look up at the careless clouds and find them beautiful, I can look into a pair of binking eyes and find them beautiful. That is our weapon, that is our advantage upon Nature. We... can love!

And love is just as powerful as the rain you know? You can love over parks and educative buildings, over large depressing structures of concrete or lost in the woods. No place to hide, no boy.

It just happens that the big difference between love and rain is that rain was there way, way before love. 'Cos, you know, all the water is old water. The clouds were the same way when nobody could apreciate them, just like your eyes were the same way before I could look into them.