MAY

December 19, 2024

MAY

It's May, the lusty month of May. That darling month when everyone throws self-control away. Alan Jay Lerner

Hello,

OUTSTANDING WORLD
At any given day, I do not have enough time to accomplish everything that I want or need, as a result, often I fret about my time. If you ask me, I'd like to be living in a world where days last 30 hours from dawn to dusk, my weeks would have 10 days, each month would be 40 days long, of course, it means also, that I would get to live for 300 years or more, I would rather more.

The laws in the universe will be bend, modified and stretched, perhaps be re-created to accomplish the sensational results of my outstanding world. I would like to think, as a consequence of this adjustments, the universe may granted me the remarkable power to eat all the ice cream and chocolate, all the cookies and all the cake in the world, without negative repercussions to my health.

NO LIMITS
In this remarkable, unrealistic parallel universe, I'll have night vision. I should also be capable of going from point A to B in a blink of an eye. I'd sleep for ten consecutive hours, without the need to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom; in fact, in my perfect world, I never have to go to the bathroom, nobody in MY perfect world, have to deal, ever again, with such undignified activity.

In the world I envision, my happiness is unmeasurable, of course, there are no limits as to how much time I spent playing music, everything is perfect, all is a bubble full of balance, there is no room for extreme weather, there is no space for negativity, all is flawless.

TRASH BIN
Sickness is a concept nobody knows, therefore, there are no doctors. Law as a profession doesn't exist, no religious leaders thank you very much, and absolutely NO fucking people pretending to be politicians. Let's just get rid of politicians all together. Noted!. Everything and everyone with the potential to poison progress will be put in a trash bin, mark as a spam, and ultimately delete.

Everyone in the world would be granted a photographic memory, with the ability to storage an unlimited amount of data. All animals would share the earth harmoniously with humans, and not be mistreated. There's NO room for mysterious miseries nor miserable mysteries, all is clear and out in the open for everyone to grasp and have an understanding.

In my perfect world, there is no such thing as shitty social media; there are no iPhones, they had been put in the trash bin I mentioned before, people are perfectly happy without them. Facebook and X can kiss my ass; and the list can go on and on. But I would stop there, you get the idea.

LIVE TO THE FULLEST
All these images in my mind of the perfect world are not possible, alas, but perhaps, the best revenge I can count on against reality is to live life to the fullest without anyone telling me how, where, whom, when nor how, after all, this world as we think we see, it's only a guessing game. The month of may is, I believe, a perfect time to get excited about new adventures.

If you are listening to this music composition, I would invite you to use your imagination in ways agreeable with your own invention of reality. Throw self-control away, it's time to play. Experiment and have fun, BUT remember: Not everything faster and louder in life, is necessarily better. Call to mind that in moderation, everybody is handsomer.

TIME TO PLAY
Think about the following poem by Wendy Cope and pursue her advice that, today is, indeed, the time to play:

The month of May, the merry month of May,
So long awaited, and so quickly past.
The winter's over, and it's time to play.

I saw a hundred shades of green today
And everything that Man made was outclassed.
The month of May, the merry month of May.

Now hello pink and white and farewell grey.
My spirits are no longer overcast.
The winter's over and it's time to play.

Sing fa la la la la, I dare to say,
(Tried being modern but it didn't last)
The month of May, the merry month of May.

I don't know how much longer I can stay.
The summers come, the summers go so fast,
And soon there will be no more time to play.

So carpe diem, gather buds, make hay.
The world is glorious. Compare, contrast
December with the merry month of May.
Now is the time, now is the time to play.

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