Fallen Angels

I have not written anything for such a long time. I was sleeping along with all of you. But now it's time for me to speak and maybe, somehow,  manage to influence some of you. I hate leadership and I will never try to make you believe in something. To me, we are all equal. We have the same rights to dream, to create, to live the life we want! It is daunting to say that I have stopped believing in the phrase "heaven on earth". Or that earth is a mixture of hell and heaven. Earth is just hell! And all of us? We are fallen angels with non-angelic souls! Sincerity and saintly feelings rarely pop up in our hearts. We only care to climb up the social pyramid made of dead bodies, bodies that belong to our neighbours, to our friends, or even our parents. We only care how to drag everyone down and destroy everything pretty, forgetting that we are ALL beautiful. 

My dear nations, we are all at the bottom of the pyramid. Humanity is at its lowest. We strive and struggle as hunger has taken over us. We are hungry for wealth and success, hunting our "red" dreams. We don't use our hearts, not even our brains. We are taught since the first day we enter this world, how to kill others, how to judge others, how to avenge, but noone teaches us how to be humane.

Media calls it financial crisis; I will call it Humanity Crisis. Tragically, all of us are driven by the worst "powers", fear and greed. A world full of materialistic people who dedicate half of their lives to work and decide to entertain themselves in their 60s. The aftermath? Wealth but not health. People who are scared to speak, fearing a mute shot and those who scream at night, putting pillows on their mouths. Someone has taught us what the "right" and "safe" paths are and we follow, with closed eyes. We ignore the bads that are happening around us, claiming that we cannot do anything to help, when in fact, we are just selfish. 

Since we are in school, we support brutal behaviours and we call school terrorists "cool". We feel safe, having a friend like them, sharing cigarettes with them, supporting their foul mouths and dirty hands. We vote for them. We make heroes criminals and make villains champions, condemning the Kids who are brave through their silence and their essential acts. Fallen angels who fell in this world to save us. 

LET US MAKE THIS WORLD BETTER, WE DESERVE IT!

Talking to confidence

I turn on the light and I saw my idol in the mirror. I was old, tired and my body was made from stones. I tried to listen my heartbeats but the silence reminded me that I was dead.
-Dead? I was moving all this year, I was speaking, I felt in love and I think that there are some people out there who remember that we had time together. How was I dead? No, it is not logical.
-Stupid (!!) life does not mean breath but passion. Life is the source of emotions.
- I've died long time ago. I've never learned the way to express them. I tried sometimes, but I had tonnes of emotions and people were scared.
-Are you confident?
-Sorry, I don't know this word, but I am acting quite well. People cannot understand my real soul, never tried.
-Which soul? I thought that you are a kind of superhero, made from stones.
-I'm not!
-Prove it!
-I thought that in life you are not proving things, you are just yourself.
-So, tell me about you.
-I don't need to analyze myself to you. I'm not trusting you.
-Do you trust anyone?
-Yes, I trust their eyes because through them I can see their souls. Big and opened eyes represent a person innocent, lost in thoughts, who tries to see your heart too. People with small eyes are those who have lots of fears. Fear to see this world crystal.
-Are you scared?
-yyyeessss......
-Why?
- There is no reason. That's how I feel watching human. Why are you asking me?
-You have small eyes.
- I have small eyes because I have big smile! Do you want to see?
-No. I'm here to help you, not to spend my time smiling.
-I believe that smiling gives life to their faces.
-Maybe, but sometimes people are using this to hide things. You know, like a defence.
-This is true. Don't tell me that this is wrong. It's my only defence.
-What about your heart?
-Hurt and red. So red! Lots of passion that never came out.
-Break the stones, your heart will stop beating.
-How?
-Express your feelings. People are out and they are waiting for you.
- I cannot see anyone.
-You're looking at the wrong direction, they are behind you!

The sky is so fucking shiny.

"You cannot see the stars but I can. I'm not gonna bring them down, they look fragile. The burning stars falling to the Earth are flashing in my eyes. I wanna reach them and fly in the dark sky. My cigarettes are going to be my turbines and my slippers will be the pedals." The beauty is out there but the source of life is hidden close to us. People think that the stars are closer to us than the happiness. They lost their minds. When they are old and tired, they will realise that the magic broth has always been in their souls but they never try to explore it. They stay in their deceiving clouds trying to reach the sky, thinking that they can do it by themselves, turning their faces to the others, crying in their dreams and facing the death later totally unprepared. Hopes for the blue sky in our dark souls. Hopes for dreams in a jail. Hopes to reach stars inside a sphere made from thick glass. Hopes for real love when we don't love ourselves. Hopes for friendships, when there are invisible people out there. Hopes for peace when the war is in our houses. Hopes for truth while we are liars. We need to be cunning to face all of these but I'm really impressed that we still hope. I know why! We are selfish, arrogant creatures who think that we can challenge everything, lying to ourselves that this world was made only for us. Lies, thorns in our lips. Eyes, less shiny than before. God, friend on sale. Cheating, new generation's lifestyle.  We are captured in a black cage without having the key to freedom but still we hope for a better future. #SILLY PEOPLE.