Delusion of sadness.

They are dreams, that one day collide with reality, into collapse.

From ilusion to delusion.

It won’t matter how much the Sun shines. For you the sky will be darkish… Black.

Food tastes like ashes. Tobacco tastes like death. You light another.

You feel contradicted. Emotions fight.

It is not your mind against your feeling. It is another thing: You and your circumstances.

Everything reminds you of her.

Disillusion. Truth. Today harsh as ever. And nothing, “Nothing, will collapse in vain.”

We all have principles.

From altruism to egoism. Generosity or greed.

Disposition to learn, or envy. All of them eligible.

A consequence to each action. Which may be temporary.

It is their shadows.

I can listen to him.

I can go on YouTube and type one of his songs.

Tyrone El canserbero.

That’s his shadow. Indelible, as I hold.

Even if censorship tried to silence him part of his work already lives in me.

And of mine?

I do not defend this. It cannot be argued.

I think it is beautiful, to think, that they do, know when we are appreciating their work.

We think in language.

To remember is to read.

It can be worded,

Anything.

You wake up. The Sun is green.

You look twice. Only one more time.

Trick from past years: You bite your tongue;

It is real. Everything is real.

You don’t look another time. The Sun is green.

And you wouldn’t change it if you could.

And so you commit that little crime:

You start to think.

“What is the evolutive meaning of sadness?”

And you end up in another sea. Perhaps not as intellectual, but surely beautiful.

A person can die from sadness, after any hard shock.

And a dog… A dog can die from sadness, be it after the death of the owner.

What if it is spiritual? What if it is truly spiritual? Inch Allah, Coco, inch Allah we will be together for ever.

Enemiga.

Barely no book.

Barely no film, series.

Videogames? Tetris. Everything is easier.

Everything is easier if there is an enemy.

And so he deserved it. Revenge, violence. Or he didn’t, and another one hurt him.

And so he deserved it. And this is how we obtain it. Vengeance, violence.

Everything is easier if there is an enemy.

Malevolence.

Psychoanalysis

—I think cocaine would be useful

—How could that possibly help me?

—It would help me, deal with this stupidity.

This is the story of Charles.

Only that he was always known as Rat. We’ll call it that way.

Rat was kidnapped by a sadistic. A torturer.

He locked him into a cell. He could drink either water or beer.

Rat, for some reason, had sworn to not drink alcohol. Ever. Under no circumstances.

Thing was, when Rat headed to the water, he received an electric shock. Strong enough to think him off it.

The sadistic was serious. He would let Rat die from thirst. Moreover, by each further attempt by Rat to drink water, the shock increased in power. At some point, it’d be strong enough to damage his heart or kill him.

But he had sworn to not drink alcohol.

And so Rat died. Only that he didn’t seek the water anymore. He seeked the electricity. A shock. And another one. And another one…

He chose to die from his oath.

Evil.

Who are we trying to deceive? We are predators.

The present superpredator of the planet.

Obesity is what occurs when an individual of a predator species can buy 5 lbs of vanilla icecream for 2 bucks at the supermarket.

Evil, following this train of thought, is what surges when a species has no natural predators.

We attack each others. That’s reality.

If all the secrets of all of us came to light, there wouldn’t be enough jails for all of us.

Who knows is ground.

And above that, something even more dangerous:

To crown this off. Hypocresy; cinism. To negate our nature. To aim for perfection, whatever that may be.

Subjetive morals. Ethichs that aim for objetivity

All of then unrealistic. We all have suffered it, we all have done, it, whatever are the grades.

Why deny it then? Obviosly to not pay jail.

But from a social and political point of view, what is the point of trying to stablish norms that go against our nature and are therefor unreachable? Wouldn’t this constitude another kind of Evil? A coward excuse to justify, to perpetrate acts with do have to be punish, with impunity?

It is a game. Insane. It is a wheel, and we all are in it.