The last Unchanged

Everything flows.
All the things, all the feelings, all the thoughts flow; they flow around and into us. They change us like a kiss change the soul, just like if we were water and they were cold and iron.
We insist that we are the force which moves the world, but we can´t understand that maybe we were only one of the many consequences that have been produced by the real forces of the world.
We are totally egocentric. We believe that ourselves are the God´s heart, while passions flow.
We are totally narcissistic. We think that the whole universe is our mirror, while conciousness flow.
We are totally deliriuos. We feel that mountains, forests, oceans and deserts are our servants, while death flows.
We are totally insane. We making love with ourselves while colours, heaven, hell, nations, people and secrets flow.

Our freedom is one of the last unchanged, like our madness or our shouts, because we always have to be fighting for them to keep them alive, and, while we wait the death, maybe we know that we are totally innecesary and that finally will make us completely human.

P. D: Mi primer post en inglés. Tengo que practicar y por eso lo hago. Pido disculpas por los horribles fallos gramaticales y ortográficos que haya podido cometer.