the dreamers

I think we are experts breaking hearts, fucking our left chests, we are fantastic wishing what we do not have, wanting who does not think and ignoring those who love us. We are that species that has stopped looking into the eyes, we are people who dream that it costs and hurts, we are souls corrupting what has embraced us when the world has turned its back on us; We are scars on people from our past, we are wounded in those who shook our hands and we were not able to look at them.
We are the cry of a child who has seen death for the first time, we are the lump in the throat of the woman who continues to give us life every time, we are the look of the old man who looks at us firmly and who embraces us with the same force. We are reasonable beings that do not seem to reason.
we are the smile on the girl on the swing that feels like flying, we are that man who wants the rest of her life with her, we are that man who is in love with his friend. we are that woman who is in love with her, we are those people who reject them, we are the ones who accept them, we are those gossiping old ladies in the street, we are those forgotten cigarettes, the calls not attended to the forgotten messages, the cries of vertigo. Broken wings, we are those people who are silent, those people who irritate, we are so many, we are many, we are human!