The invaders

 


Take your feet and go to the Moon. Still have time for you. If you do not to want to do that you will be unfortunate for the rest of your life.

The strangers from other galaxies are stupid like many beings that speak around you, the difference is that they are superlative. They understand only the words bound with things, for example; love can be a car, barbecue fire, your or an ice cream. You can talk aloud like an ice-scream-man, they never will understand you. Forget.

This people just are living between bipeds here on earth. They are thieves, soul collectors, trappers, falser, fakes and pretenders. From a planet unknown, they are coming all the time. 


The Invaders come, they are using your indulgence to enjoy anything, your time, cashes, clothes, taking the dog to walk like it was nothing. They are come cracking down the door from your worth pride and honor, putting their dirty hands on everything, smiling at suspense, in scaring for your soul, pretending joy.

You are a thing for being used. What to do? Hug your future, someone opening the fridge and tearing books of yours. From any moment you will immolated. If it bells, sell for your soul well and vail.


I am someone who came from a place that never was. River water, calm lakes, waterfalls, edges where bushes and trees grow, the open field, the sky reflected in my hands in the trembling mirror of the river, the waits I am, this man lying in the river in the middle of autumn of my existence, loves his children, he likes to be alone, and he has a great company. I leave out the conceptual groups that put their finger on the face and follow fashion. I try not to be like that. In this boat, I am also the water where I sail. I take the sky with me, the fields, the flowers, and the fragrant herbs all my mornings. I am a being of the dawn. The scandal of nature in the voice of a bird, the incessant hum of the bells that insects make. I look like it, but I am not afraid of anything. I do not think I ever was. Indeed, my father, especially my mother, sweetly led me to read and write. I am always primary; I am still learning to read and write, row, and let the boat go safely. pmnt

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