Celtic Devotion

I was lying on the floor... looking at the trees... thinking of mankind... What is the difficulty on loving...? Why is the body, the hair, the face... so important? Why are men almost only capable to love a stereotype of women? And why are women almot only capable to love a stereotype of men? Even if that woman is a slut? Or even that man is a male slut? Why does a person betray another just to have sex with a stereotype? Something that is just corporeal? Something that will fade away?Doesn't the feeling matter anymore? Is sex a really social disease?! What about make love? Isn't it so much better? When your body and your soul both receives pleasure? What about love?

I stare at the people from a roof, looking at them, feeling them... So much stress... so much things they want to do and they can't... because there is no money... because their parents don't let them do it... because ... something... so many wanna be's passing by, people that will alway be a wanna be and never a be... What about love? Does mankind forget it? Love, simply love. Love someone, make love with someone...People keep watching television... creating desires of being like X or having Y... It's not true... none of it... those bodies, those lifes... it's just half an hour of someone's thoughts flying... why does people surrender and give in their lives for someone's thoughts? What about they own thoughts?

I know there is still people capable of love. Not only to love, really love, someone... but the nature, and mankind, and the world as well... But my heart, and the other angel's heart, cry when I see this absence of feelings... lefting behind just the simple, naked and cold desire... satisfied in half an hour... leaving all the others empty... hearts empty... lifes empty...And as I watch them, as the time goes by and the people go old... they cry, claiming a life they never had... but it's to late... because that life has already passed... and so they turned to the youngest and say "Don't do the same I did..."

But the youngest have already seen it... and learned it... and developed it... and so is created a vicious circle...But we can stop it... the youngest can stop it... If they just turn of the television... close books and magazines... go to a place where there is no posters, no pc's, no tv, nothing... just nature... close their eyes... hear the universe's music... and start thinking... by themselves... on eveything... they have inside their hearts... and let their feelings fload... and their thoughts fly...