I see everywhere and I see a spell. A spell of lies.
It’s on that glittering lights, on those moving lives over the long expressway.
I see lies on that boy’s smartphone, that girl’s beauty and that couple’s sex.
Money, a beautiful truth. But what’s this business of looking money, smelling money and living money.
I want to see a bird flying on a colourless sky, not because of the bird itself but for the whole canvas.
And on that canvas I want a man opening his arms over a bridge and pretend to fly high.
I envy that man.
I see man and women with paranoia and I have no problem with that but why the absolutes.
Perhaps as a species we shouldn’t have touched some things from that old time, truth is one of those.
We have moulded it and made it something like a structure to be shown everyday to everyone.
I fear for the day when the only things remained in this world will be love, smile, care, sex, family, high-rises, branded shoe shops, holidays, festivals and pretty other things.
But without the truth.