The Search

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Another one is looking for a new life, for a new beginning, but no one cares. He was born nude and defenceless, and so will he die.

-Life is a whisper-he thought-
-Really?-
-Well, this whisper is my life-
-So, use it-
-YES!-Cried he out- He was totally convinced, that he had started a new life, but he had nothing, nothing but himself. And that’s enough.

She was standing on the bridge, there was nothing but the rain. She was listening, but no sound. Was there anyone trying to find her? She wanted somebody to take her home. He appeared, approached to her, and asked what she was doing there.
-I’m looking for someone- I don’t wanna to be alone- Would you take me home?
-Where?-
-Just take me by the hand and take me somewhere new-

And both, Mel and Julia walked trough the night of life, and searched the sun.
They had nothing, absolutely nothing. On his pocket there were papers, a pass and an empty wallet. She? She didn’t even had a pocket. But they had the most important, Ideas and dreams. They wanted to rebuild this society; they didn’t care about money, but about happiness. They didn’t understand why there were thousands of kids starving, when million were spend on booms. Why globalization, why corporations, why fabrication, why all those “ations”?! And they started a motion, a real “love and equality motion”
The fire in there in their eyes, and they words were really clear. The people looked at them excited, and acclaimed them. The motion ran across the country, and touched every pure hart.
-Killers, that’s what they are- Why are we segregated. Why? ‘Cause we doesn’t have a BMW, ‘cause were are not consumist, ‘cause we doesn’t agree with these capitalist system, ‘cause we doesn’t like these “toxysociety”, ‘cause…’cause…’cause..we are tired…!!

They were all around the country, but they ware only a few crazy hippies. They better ran, they better disappeared, and no body wanted a new ’68 generation.
But they were guided by love, the reason to live, the reason to exist, the reason to die, the force that’s moves the world, so they had the power! The power of love, and that was enough.

She worked a few months as waitress in a luxury Hotel, the money was good, but those people were so…so…so vain, so pretentious.
-This glass is not for Cognac-
-But…-
-Nothing-said the women of the top-manager-Bring a new one-
-Okey-
-Ah! And not fill the glasses with the same cognac; it loses its taste-
She whispered. The boss, an strict and complicated guy, who had seen what happened, said.
-Again, and you are fired. And your hair! Its free and to large!-
-Ok-said Julia, accepting what these “poor man” said.
There she was with her salver, trying to walk trough the “three-piece suit people”
-Hey, may I?-
-Hum?-
-Please my I go trough-asked she gently-
-Wait, wait, I’m busy-
-But, Sir, I just want to wait on this table-

-Don’t you see? I’m talking!-
-Julia! Don’t disturb the clients-cried her boss
-I cant do it better!-
-It’s the last one, you are fired!-
She left everything in its place, took her jacket, and left. It was dark and rainy. And there, at the other side of the street, there was a Chrysler C300. New, and glittering. She took her key of the department they were renting, and with fury she scratched it.

She entered in to the tiny and untidy room, and threw her self on the bed.
-Hey, do you want some?-said Mel
-Err..no-
-Come on-
-Okey, give it to me-
A few minutes later, they got high and were talking about the origin of life, the
reason of love, the immortality of crabs, and if cows could fly or not.

As said, they had dreams and projects, but now, ten years later, everything has changed. The machine swallowed them.
What happened to you princes? I can’t see you laughing. Fucking prohibited shit! We started our revolution, but now you have to prostitute ¿yourself?
From heaven to hell, there is only one step, and you have made it.
Heroin didn’t go to your funeral. No, you haven’t had the chance, it isn’t your fault, it’s the system.
You, tree pieces suit guy! Listen! Drugs do exist, and you can’t delete, but you don’t want to... prohibition is your business.

As the Fenix, Mel started again, with new forces obtained from the ashes of his dead love. But now, the fire in his eyes was different, he had not fear, but anger. Nothing, even dead would stop him. But jet, he was completely lonely.
Sure? There are thousands of histories like his, she just had to search. And he found them; all those destroyed by the system; all those who didn’t had the chance; all those who were so stupid to do drugs; all those who were against the machine, all those who just wanted a new world. The union makes strong!
He was born nude and defenceless, but he will die, after done it better.