Starting To Find Out The Truth

Oh my darling can't you see
That the world has torn  you'ppart?
Oh my lovely child can't you
Try and play some of our art?

I don't care how smart you are
You will be a toy for me.
I'll laugh when you'll be falling down
And there'll be nothing left to see.

Thus you will shine in other's eyes
While I'll be playing with your mind.
Bringing ilusion to your life
Until you'll leave it all behind.

This is how a diplomatic corporatist will act my friends so please  SAY NO TO THE SYSTEM AND AVOID THE LOVELY PEOPLE WHO SMILE IN YOUR FACE BUT ARE PREPAIRING TO BACKSTAB YOU JUST AS YOU LOOK AWAY!!!

Out Of Time

It's funny though
How much we know
But also sad
That we're not glad.

What does it feel
To have a thrill
To stop at once
And catch a glance?

These senseless words
Are all I've learned
From fear and love
From up above.

I cannot stay
I must just pray
To be in time
For all that's mine

And thus I run
Through love and calm
Through joy and wealth
Through life itself.

I must not rest
I cannot taste
Anthing that's mine
'Cause I'm out of time.

It's very sad
I can't be glad
Joy I can't find
For I have no time.

And so it ends
Along with my dais
I was on the run
But I had time.

Lost letter

As Leyla was walking alone on the streets of her town she saw a peace of paper on the ground. Her hands started to shake with emotion as she took it in her hands. There were words on it. It was a letter. She withdrew herself in a dark corner and read the following lines:

Dear Osrik,
I have been descussing matters with Ragnar yesterday after having had lunch with the head of our company Mr. Everard. I'm seriously thinking about an evil plan which will uncover most of the world's misteries. The main point is that we have to kill Joel and steel his diamonds. Thus we will reach the gates of Menromelle without getting hurt or...worse. My plan is to fead our man some cyanide after dinner (don't worry about the poison- a lovely lad will purchase it for me tomorrow morning). After killing our man we can take the diamonds away (oh, just so that you know the pollice are by my side).
Well, after we have reached Menromelle we have to set it on fire just so that we can build it again and rule it. We'll bring our people in order to make them work for us and help a new florishing empire to reveal itself beyond the limits of human ration.
Well, that's all for now. I can't write any more because I'm running out of ink.
Anyway........ hope to see you soon.
Yours most faithful man of honor,
Sigurd.

Leyla's heart jumped. She threw the paper and flet the place as soon as she could. She was sure of one thing: this letter will never get to Osrik no matter who that man might be. But she had no idea of what was to come.....................................

New Horrisons

 Oh, brother how can I stop thinking of you? How can I move on when life's cruelty has set it's will upon you? What can I do better than sit here in front of you and whach you cry through these long and painful nights of hearteache and lonelyness? Are you willing to forget all sadnes that's inside you? Are you willing to retourn to the one that you were before? Do you think that you can be the one you used to be? Oh, brother! How many questions without an answer do I have to ask you? How many overwhealming thoughts do I have to endure over here in my mind while you are asking yourself just the same thing? Oh, brother how helpless can we be? Why is life so complicated?.......

That is what I used to ask my brother at sunset when the red color of the sky would fill my heart with the fire of ambition burning for the unknown.

He used to smile at me with his sad but kind face. He never gave up although his heavy eyes spilled silvery tears on the floor sometimes spreading consearn and broken dreams inside my interior heaven.

He taold me that somewhere over the new horrison there'll be a place where all of us can live in peace, where bad things cannot touch us, where kings and queens of the light would spread their wings towards us. I always used to believe him. His words were like a blessing to me so I keep dreaming about the new horrison.

Oh, brother, I miss thy words, but having you here with me deep inside my soul makes me know that my horrisons are not that far! You are the pathaway to joy and happyness brother so I shall listen to thy words and never give up! I thank the for having shown me the road towards THE NEW HORRISONS!

Lightning

The light that it gives is full of revenge and within its realm lies the energy of life. It crashes upon an eternal world full of pain destroying it among with the suffering and bad dreams of the people who can't run away from what they are.........

Povestea Lui Ervyn

Ervyn nu era prea mare de statura desi voia sa para. Se considera un munte desi era numai o pietricica. Nu stia cum a reusit sa ajunga pe plaja spaniola in acea zi insorita insa singurul lucru pe care si-l amintea era faptul ca in copilaria lui statea si contempla eterul de pe o stanca ascutita. Rammy, era singura lui prietena. Era un fel de papagal cu picioare de gaina si cioc de prepelita. Ochii ei erau ca doua mici safire ce ascundeau un licar ciudat. Era singura care ramase in viata din neamul ei. Fugise pentru supravietuire atunci cand toti ceilalti fusesera in pericol. Asa era legea firii. Asa faceau toate pasarile. Singurul lucru care i-a ramas de la ai ei era o amintire frumoasa a timpului petrecut cu ei in Tara Focului Alb, un loc indepartat al legendelor.
-Am sa te duc o data acolo, Ervyn. Asta ii spunea in fiecare seara dupa ce ii aducea in dar un tril din acel loc misterios impreuna cu o legenda invelita in racoarea dulce a noptii.
Asa se face ca intr-o zi Ervyn se trezi purtat de Rammy in cioc . Se uita speriat in toate partile.
-Nu te teme, am sa te duc unde ti-am promis. Mergem in tara mea.
Ervyn privea vazduhul cu speranta si admiratie insa dintr-o data cazu.
De aceea era el acum pe plaja spaniola. La inceput nu-si aducea aminte insa acum stia. Da. Rammy l-a scapat si a nimerit acolo desigur.
Dupa ce si-a venit putin in fire a inceput sa priveasca in jur. Un copil il ridica in mana.
-Ia te uita!........
-Hei, da-mi drumul!
-De ce?
-Nu te cunosc.
-Bine....... eu sunt Rodolpho.
-SI ce vrei?
-Sa ma joc cu tine.
-Nu, nu te las.
Si Ervyn sari imediat din mana lui Rodolpho. La scurt timp il lua in mana o fetita.
-Hei, vrei sa ne jucam? Eu sunt Juana tu cine esti?
-Lasa-ma-n pace!
Ervyn sari in goana.
Se lasa seara. Ervyn plutea pe malul apei pe o frunza. Se simtea pierdut si ii era dor de Rammy. Ca si cum i-ar fi citit gandurile Rammy aparu din neant, o pata de cerneala neagra pe albastrul penetrant al serii aceleia.
-Rammy, Rammy!
-Ervyn, de ce nu ai vrut sa te joci cu Rodolpho si Juana? Ai fi fost pe maini bune. Plaja spaniola face parte din tara mea. Si ei ar fi putut sa-ti spuna legende ca si mine.
-Nu-i cunosteam.
-Dar ar fi trebuit sa le vorbesti frumos totusi. Ei sunt spiridusii pamanturilor iar in aceasta seara se vor aduna cu totii pentru o adunare.
Nici bine nu termina Rammy de vorbit caci din toate partile izbucnira ploi de diamante. Zane si pitici aparura din toate partile raspandind o lumina diafana in jurul lor. Vrajitori batrani si intelepti, cu baghete si ceaune de potiuni fermecate aprindeau focul iar  spiridusii se jucau in liniste si armonie.
-Uite-l si pe Ervyn spuse Juana. Sa pleci! Nu esti de-al nostru!
-Sa nu ne dusmanim interveni Rammy. Ierta-ti-l , va rog.
-Nu! zisera cu totii in cor.
-Nu e bine ceea ce faceti. striga un vrajitor intelept.
-Liniste! striga o zana. Noi ii uram pe cei ce ne gonesc.
-Dar el se poate indrepta. protesta Rammy
-Da, imi pare rau ingana Ervyn.
-Minti! strigara toti spiridusii in cor si se napustira asupra lui.
Apoi incepu o incaierare generala. Cu totii incepura sa se loveasca nebuneste. Intre timp Ervyn se strecura si reusi sa scape.
Pleca departe spre  alte zari si ajunse din nou in tinutul stancilor dupa ani intregi de calatorii prin lume.
Ervyn nu era prea inalt. Era chiar mic de statura. Insa se bucura de asta. Scapase datorita staturii sale si nu mai voia sa se considere un munte.

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