How to feel propperly

  When I was in your arms the world was mine and as I was spinning it without minding the final effect thecsurface started to break into small peaces.... And down we went and dow my love the minute killed passion from fire to ice from the -all- to the nothing
  You let go, went away and as my thoughts would try and reach you my head would always shake in a drop of purple violence as if to throw you away in glorious gold, in bits of hair and DNA all mingled with vice brought down to the floor by indifference... Such pain in my teeth the empty space restarts a set of nervous impulses causing numbness to fade away being replaced by a state of awareness. The stitches have been removed but the weather is changing... Without applying to the natural convenience that one's body position might offer, the head alone , trying to deceive the heart starts independently triangling in another colour rearanging softness  instead of mentally abandoning the whole case and sending it over to past deals stored minutioisly but somehow getting left behind.
 The marvelous machine now starts purchasing the information, transfering the links, the beaming lights, the you into me, the touch, the flow, the tears, the feeling and with a swish of intense disaprooval prepairing a self-destructive contest between the mechanical remains of your presence and my defensive acts.
  The blinking of blue eyes, back to the starting point aware that my exam has failed me when teeth regain their sensorial atrocity sending a musical and painful beat of revenge to the brain. Collapsing on flowers a rehearsal, another play and another dream that makes a black night even longer wrapped up in old parchement smelling of ancient culture revealing the letters that I dread to understand.
  Like an archeologist, trying to be marter then the ones who already know it all, reinventing what I want to want breaking the order with my interpretation spreading the letters all across the sky with a video camera trick... I might pick them diwn later but my hand isn't large enough for the time being....

Lecția de zbor

Ieri am învățat de la tine să-i respect pe cei din jurul meu, iar astăzi primesc drept răsplată zâmbetdle celor din jur. Apoi, când ai.văzut că eu pot face lucrurile dorite de tine m-ai învățat să zbor. Am zburat până ce am căzut într-o libertate plăpândă, o stare în care nu mai simțeam foșnetul vântului pe fața arsă de soare, nici ploaia pe care mi-o aduceai pe petale de curățire interioară, nici natura care-mi curgea prin perfuziile vitale dar pline de viață de care depindeam zilnic. Simțeam inima mea cea umană cum se găsea mereu înconjurată de un alb pur, de mirosuri ciudate și de întrebări existențiale. Pulsul creștea pe măsură ce se apropia cerul de drumul meu, pr măsură ce viziunile delirante asupra raiului puneau stăpânire pe argintul miraculos din care Zeii Vindecării făureau în mod continuu pe o bandă ușor defazată tuburile cu oxigen și aparatura medicală a tehnologiei moderne...

  Iată visele mele! Privește-mi camera! Intră în ea și vorbește cu susurul trist al munților literari creați de o imaginație sistematică spre a strânge lacrimile în cărți legate cu fir de viață stoarse de timp și de obiseală... Ciocolata a rămas neterminată pe masa de studiu, masa anilor, a obiectelor banale care ascund în sinea lor abiotică, energia unui suflet perpetuu... Ciocolata aceea, dulce și artistic sculptata de corpul străin ( viitor ceresc) care cu o seară înainte avea nevoie de stimularea endorfinelor, a rămas acolo pentru a contempla camera fără să știe ca parașutismul, de fapt zborul atât dinspre cer cât și dinspre dragoste are consecințe similare în caz de greș...  

De la grădinița am învățat că nu trebuie să facem rău jucăriilor care se vor trezi foarte triste în zbsența noastră și vor discuta între ele despre râutatea stăpânului lor. Atunci râdeam fără să cred. Acum mă macinâ un gând: noi strângem atâta viațâ în noțiunile ßi obiectele ce nu sunt vii încât într-o zi se prea poate ca simplul fapt al existenței particulelor din noi să le ofere și lor dreptul de a fi cineva, nu numai ceva... De aceea am renunțat ls poveștile cu păpuși... Mâ sperie vioiciunea din ochii lor indusă de cursurile de scriere decorativă pe care le urmează si iștrii povestitori, ciudații favoriți ai binecuvîntaților copii, sadici uneori în inocența lor... 

  Îmi pare rău că am deviat de la subiect... Doar că mă tulbură temerea intrării în propria mea cameră prin ochii tăi... Te iubesc nespus dar ochii tăi îmi rămân străini... Cu toate acestea m-ai învățat să zbor și să cad. Îți mulțumesc pentru această lecție neprețuită căci, iată, acum eu mă ridic ușor ușor și am să mă înalț mai sus decât vreidată am crezut... Îți voi face cu màna dintr-o stea și o să-ți laud talentul de dascăl! Ce maestru bun poți fi!! Nu știi cât te admir!! Ți-ai făcut discipolul să se ridice mai sus ca tine!!  De aceea ești atât de prețuit în lumea ta, în lumea mea , în univers... De ce-ți curg lacrimi pe obrazul cel frumos și nobil?? Tu ai vrut ca eu să zbor ! M-ai învâțat cu dăruire și mi-ai explicat că nu trebuie să fiu încirdată ci doar să respir relaxat... Dar nu te teme ... Am lăsat respirația în urmă căci eul meu e mai ușor ca aerul și mă înalț ca visul spre infinit... Îți place acum de mine în noua mea dmensiune? În erapa zborului meu existențial? M-a înălțat prea repede legea ca să-ți mai aud răspunsul dar oricum... Îți mulțumesc cu drag pentru lecția de zbor... 

WORDS... THOUGHTS... CONFESSIONS

1. AARON MILLER- THE JUDGE
I know your usual text.... you all say the same thing but you never have anything better to justify your deeds... You, you my man, you stabbed,  washed your hands in blood and preached all kind of nonsense to convince us that you're not guilty... My man, you're going to the chair, you'll sit down and you'll have one more minute to say you're sorry before they push the button and blow your brains to Heaven... We have to survive in this world and more like you wondering around here won't do us any good... Is it moral ? Is this the right thing to do? Only god knows that... I have the name of Aaron... i'm the messenger of an Old Testament personality here, even before Christ himself so I guess I'm getting some inspiration from on high... Whatever your defender says in this room is completely invalid to me although I should respect his opinion, his years of intense studies concearning the law, the order of things and Human Rights.... But all in all I'm the one to have the last word so dear man, don't takeit to seriously... There have even been others before you so nevermind... No matter what happens the day will pass... You'll get up but you'll never go to bed with a conscious mind... No... No more will that happen... The decision has been taken.....


2. NUMEN STRANGER- THE THE ONE WHO KILLED ME
I'll not start with my CV because you already know it all... She didn't know anything.... She was the only one who never new that I was dreaming of rainbows and love above the stars of the night while we were walking, while I was holding her hand in mine, keeping her heart warm from the pain, building our world from our most beautiful words, contemplating her figure in the shadows while the fire was dancing over my soul throwing me down into an illusion... That night she made my love come true through a poem that she wrote dellicately on a peace of my heart just so that I have her forever as she was right then back in time at our secret place where we would see one another and admire the angels as they flew to a Heavenly better world... I told her : 'My love, don't you want to go there? I shall soon follow" ... and she said yes.... Her smile was sincere her diademe glew and diamonds were shining as she was begging me to take her there... Naive little child didn't understand my meaning... She believed in Plato's philosophy so the world of ideas was her guideline in life... But still she approved my deed as the blade was softly touching her, gently, kindly with all my love and passion... She didn't scream... It didn't hurt... I'm kissing blood even now as I speak, for all my words are hers forever and even Plato whall agree with my heart... Who could be against love? Not even you, Sir Judge... Not even you... You're sending me there with her without me struggling to do something in advance... See? I always liked the easy roads and now I'm free... I'll soon hold her in my arms and show her that I wasn't that late... I just hope she wasn't too lonely in Heaven but I know she's waiting because her love for me can even change toe exactest of mathemathics and the most structural principles of the Universe.......


3. ISABELLE KINGSTON-ME
I know I love you , Numen, even if your sirname is that of a stranger... My mother always told me not to talk to strangers... They are dangerous, that's what she said... But for me you're not a stranger because I always believed that you, like me and like everything we have around us , come from a different world, a world of perfect ideas that Plato left to us as inheritance through his marvelous artwork... When I said I love the idea of loving you you should have listened and payed attention.... Even now I feel guilty for your tears... You, my beloved, you changed my integrity into fulfillment and took me to another state of thinking and I shall always thank you for that... I'll wait here because I can't get through without you... I'm glad the judge has made the right decision just so that we can be together in a  better world... Don't worry even if your credit card is stained with my blood it can be cleaned and maybe another person will use it... Make sure it gets to someone in need and ask your mother to clean it for you... I'm not a walking prejudice so I'll be waiting at the border just in front of the awesome light... Don't be afraid, darling! It won't hurt... It didn't hurt me at all when you helped me exist as a superior form of intelligence, now it's your turn to change yourself from a phisical structure into a magnetic wave of feelings so send all your love to me with your last breath as I sent mine to you... I really hope you can still feel it... I love you dearly and I shal see you soon within the world of wonder and peace which will this time be our truth rather than an imaginary way of expressing ideas........

Shadows beyond thinking

 ''Step asside from the way of a better man than you
So you fall at his feet he's the one who betrays you
It;s the servant's devotion for the decay.... STAND UP!!!'' (Amorphis- Alone)


The world... this world always spinning around twisting and turning the sun on its way without remembering when to stop or  where it has to go... Poor mind of the poor wrath unspeakably filled with furious contradictions over the edge of a creditcard probably based on a self esteem philosophy that none but you could ever understand... I am myself and you.... yourself of course ... just a twisted brain in a jar ready for yet another examination ... spilled allover the classroom walls forth and back and nowher but in a little slide of informational orders for the untrusting ones who don't exactly know why they have to kill after getting up every morning.... Feeling unable? No worries! Society can sort it out for you. All you have to do is forget that you even had a mind of your own and leave it all on the edge of the rainbow while your darkened journey on a bed of rusty flowers takes you up to the most highly appreciated level of confusion... Game on!!! A joystick, a flash of waves, magnetic vibes and once again you become that nice little video puppet dying and reinitiating your life with the switch of a button or even at the remarcable touch-screen controlling hand of the wisest user ( ... and who said I didn't have you just at the power of my little finger huh?)... ''Laughter... laughter... all I hear or see is laughter'' (Metallica- Master of puppets).
Hear that? Can you hear it??? This forrest is too big for you... You'll get lost... Oh, look at this soul all messed up in a bite of chocolate ... Poor thing... Let's get some help!! Heeelp !!! Cries that pennetrate the night cutting the skyline like the knife of justice breaking the order of the stars and reorganising the arrangement of the world all together in a big huge crash of themetaphore fallen above your head... eternal voice of an eternal singer showt out the words STAND UP!!!!!

Tales of Nykt 2

Tales of Nykt 

Along with night there comes the legend of the being..... 

Asleep they lay, the little precious hearts of a land where stories could move montains and make a stormy sky obediant to the sea of sincere teardrops... So fast asleep and still as the untouched cosmic genesis was now the land of silent walls. Akunigo, the ghost of mistery was watching the moon from a faraway corner in the deep memory of a question and as his small stepps were flying above the hugest Ocean of disperate hopes, a soft windy presence brought some more feeling to the exterior and suddenly all that was then existent started spinning in clockwise direction when clocks were'f even neededbecause a nyktian could tell the time only by analising another's heartbeat... 

A silent sobbing told the ghost that the stillness had been shattered and that the incredible was about to turn into a marvelous catastrophy. 

A dream within a dream and the sign reflected on a mirrorlike compas, avoiding the complex stepp on the edge of the upper world and into the darkness that lacked the slightest trace of expression... And so he went forwards without knowing what might be waiting at the end of an unplanned journey where the only stimulent was intuition . 

The king of the temple, winged and thoughtful, who always heald the Big Book of Metaphores to his chest accidentally dropped a page on the floating floor and from the golden letters of desmay a new dinasty became as one with the Nyktian poetry and brought forward the wild beauty of new art through magic. Carved in the saddest fibres of parchement were the words of the reforging which printed themselves in the most central point of the Nyktian citadelle:.... And thus it has begun and thus it will end with the rebirth of the young and decadence of the dead.... 

.... 

In the human world the wind wouldn't let the man fall quietly asleep in his childish way as he always used to do... Finding he had no chance against the wrath of nature he got up and pulled the cortines that had darkenned his world for the past few days. His pale face was the essence of true pain as that old memory emerged to hount him like a shadow... The usual man never had a chance to create a wall of defence and his feelings were burning his heart in a terrible broken fire... 

Tales of Nykt

The tales of Nykt
Intro:
Nykt is the land in the shape of a medieval citadelle, created under a hidden wish in a rational heart who accidentally spilled an overdose of passion and added a feeling of purpose to all the chaotic DNA mix that crowded a misty shadowy path of anxious hopelesness with the shining power of imagination, where all people's words are linked to stories. It is the place where fantastic alchemy started to be experienced and the realm of extravagant dreams... It is the hugest metropolitan society of inner fantasy, the world within another, the place where questions have to be invented before reaching the answer...
1. Niktie-night... A memory to remember
... Thus the world, asleep in a cover of light would hold within its realms the silence that could be felt shining around the lands of Nykt, the only land where people are stories and their thoughts are as simple as an honest feeling.
In a little house by the fields of precious sand, old Roza started creating a new story, the begining of a new civilisation, complete creation from start to end. Her book was made of memories, her little pencil could write with the colours of each sensation and purely marvelous were her masterpieces of golden serenity.
She couldn't stop the creative flow though it was dark and everyone else had already left the world of fact for a fantastic journey within a nearby and hallucinating dreamy replica of Heaven... No. That night she had no wish to leave. All she needed was some more inspiration. She paused slightly after finishing a few more lines and then she felt a kind of windy touch of some incandescent red flavour capturing her mind away and making her desires rise above the world, away from the peace she was used to in the land of Nykt, far far and away from everything...
Ruins of the so called imaginary transposed her to a thrilling dimension and up there without wings she found it much easier to fly amongst the spheres of a newly created solar system.
As if the lifechanging journey had never even begun, the little soft and silky book threw Roza out of itself , the kind lights of Sunrise holding her in a cradle of calm peace and still silence. The land of stories was all fast asleep and in the garden of Oleiva where the lady found herself now, there was no one apart from the bit of her soul that she carried with her wherever she went, the silky book that she trusted, the actual starter of all strange turns in her daily living.
And thus it was, the experience that she would never regret as she fearlessly strolled along the streets, each of them with a tale of its own, as daylight was covering the old citadelle with the golden powder of a new morning life.
'What was to come would eventually be shown whether from within or from the outside' these were Roza's thoughts as she turned her doubts into an invisible dust that she cleared away with a rush of her hand , then turned away with her back to an uncertain past and her face to a future of great expectation

Al fin...

Yo ya lo borré. Lo borré todo. Lo que fue dicho y hecho, lo que sintieron algúna vez los demás.
Ahora nuevamente en frente de la mesa jugando con palabras para sacar una respuesta que corriendo por el aire no se deja que la descubran. Después de un descanso que nadie deseaba dieron la vuelta los que nunca estuvieron de acuerda con las reglas de la vida y se echaron a llorar con mentiras. Asi llamando la atención del ángel solitário que andaba en su mundo de concepto minimal y sin decir palabra alguna se cambió la ropa blanca por una roja y como si hubiera despertado de una pesadilla se puso a brincar y gritar locamente sobre la ecena de los sangrados y de la maldad, haciendo que ajendréra una nueva civilisación gracias a la dureza de su llanto espantoso.
Dos horas más tarde en vez de perderse en la protección nocturna la madre Tierra roncando sin parrar con desgracia se acerca peligrosamente de su fin y aunque fuera destacando en el sistema cósmico por muchas épocas hasta ella misma se da la cuenta que hay que acabar con esto sin preguntar más para asi mejor entender que todo envejece pero cambia en otra forma existencial. Si eso surje la vida puede ser de otra manera trás el aire de cambios y tristeza.