| Love flew on her white wings above microchips and LCD screens, at the time when everyone was in the web of the internet, busy, wearing rubber gloves to press the keyboards, with squinting glasses on, only forward vision,funny clothes, looking like soulless shop dolls, with soldier like behaviour. Some made prisons for four, as many as their family members are, and others who didn�t live free, but ultimately alone. They pretend that racial prejudice does not exist, neither does class distinction and inside them boils the need to be distinct like glowing coals after the fire ready to burst into flames with the first gust of wind. Religion, jobs, sexes, countries, have become stickers, transparent labels on our foreheads, ready to download into a computer. Love passed above, touching the heads of some, and how difficult it is now for them all to come together, apart from the others |
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| Love and Hate Love flew on her white wings, above heads wearing tall, white, pointy hats like harlequins. They wore white masks with noses pointy and beaked, and holding banners, those street advertisers, dancing to the rhythm of music, others to their own mysterious rhythm, on tall, wooden stilts. Tourists shoved behind them and grimaced at each other. Many pretended they were within things, others acted as spectators and others were more thoughtful without being able to do a lot about it. The month of August, on an island, where everything looked strange to them. Everything was extreme, everyone was irritable, they were smiling -nobody was laughing- nobody was enjoying themselves, like their predecessors some years ago who it is said, had flowers in their hair, were nude on the beaches and it was said that there was love and happiness among them. It was said that there was no jealousy or hate, like that felt by someone single watching a happy couple, |
| And a macho man stands up before you he doesn�t let you see the others further on, and there are many of these macho men who want to make you macho as well and provoke you to become one of them� And you occupy yourself with all these things while time passes and the day leaves. Love flew on her white wings and came to my room to tell me to choose some people quickly. Love turned her white wings to steel this time to fly higher to touch all of the lost visions. What she did there was to embrace her lost children. |
| who on becoming a couple themselves, wonder why, only they meet the wrong other half. |
| because Love makes the mistake of forgetting to leave labels in her path. |
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