Feelings and Structures ( unedited... hard to decide on the details... purely empathic )

  There shall be a change in direction... the continuous search through a mess of variables and well-organized thoughts lost between pages combining the reality of today with a sad prediction for tomorrow... All states turn their magnetic movements to alliances of the new conceptual consensus and once again there is a big bang of information but this time mixed in a different way with feelings and emotions. The forces started gathering weapons as a new dawn hits the wonders of this world shining upon all things built in the past...  The eukaryotic tears of life forming vigillent mitochondria for the military troups to find inspiration for the brightest generation of advanced artillery so soft and soothing tearing flesh and bone without pain, without any expectations brightly directed to a smart strategy that links electric love to tangeable waves of the very new starting essence... When the sun reaches noon and stands proudly in the middle of the sky, smiling to the Zenith and adoring the Nadir the ray glittering on the central space of glial construction burns the vocal chorus of a pagan freedomchant.... the whole world is a desert painted in sparkling colours and the heet drowns the mirax into sleeping philosophy.... The troups  keep riding forward and the states rearange their position in the marvelous picture framed by the master artist who finely sculpted this whole Era just like a puzzle of games and roles... The sun turns to the afternoon mode  and the clocks keep calculating the remaining amount of hemoglobin in the heavily loaded metal bodies of nuchlear songs... The sun has now gone to sleep and the desert is still and tranquil like a fragile maiden... The states decide to have a talk in an iced room in which love and hatred shall face a desolate decision of non-voluntary and uneasy peace... Soldiers fall onto the ground and recite magical tunes while growing trees cover them from the eyes of mortals and from the pages of a written fairytale... This is the night of most powerful emotions and under the tender coldness of sugar-like stars, mindsignals capture a soft image perceptive only to the finest ears and the sensitive hearts....