fancy dress

I'm on the floor, my body is tired and I feel my voice very low, lower than never.
They invite me to get up and start every step, but it is so sad. There, far away, in the horizon where the sun hide the colors, I lost the hope's lines, the artificial light are switching off and everyone sees their own devils. It has arrived the zombie's time where we walk together but without understand us.

The bit shine is in the place, to wake up and to develop new ways. It's hard, "the road", Cormack McCarthy, describes the time after the catastrophe for a child and his father who protects him because there isn't anything and everyone are looking for the last remains.

The sun is in the sky and we've time to hear, to speak, to wake up, and walk step to step without hurry, the lavender smell, the arms embrace, the love sees, the birds sings and the snake drives us towards ways that, perhaps, we don't take its but these help us to choice our own ways.

Guadalajara, every Thursday, at 8 o'clock p.m.; We stop and listen to the wrong sounds perhaps, we have time to drive our live