In the desert you cannot remember your name

23 febrero 2007

In the desert you cannot remember your name

Cold blood, tired heart, spread the seeds of lonelyness. Harvest pasivity. And there's nothing you want to do.

He is tired of lying there, like a stone on the road, untill someone throws you away, and then you are further home.

Take the path to go home, wherever you know your name. Because if you ever forget your name, you will no longer be. Sustantive is what defines you, and without it you are no thing.

Whom you'll ask to change your name? Or to be provided of if you have lost it? There's no master of the names, responsability lies on you.

And when you do not own a name, that means that's nobody home. And it cannot be home where there's no one to call your name. You are lost in the infinity-eve. All alone as lonely as human can be. No you are lost whithin the darkness of forgiveness. Condemned you are, to oblivium. Because no one can remember what has not got a name.

And when you feel you have lost your name, you may think of kill for it. Why? Why? Can't we never be sure 'till we die or have killed for an answer?

And now, you are alone, sad, and lonely. Maybe now you'll find your name.