Lacrima unei trairi ....

Privesc adanc la tot ce-am scris si vizualizez stropi de litera pe pleoapele inlacrimate ce-si duc viata incercanata prin oboseala unui viz profund... Ma uit la ceas, privesc ecranul unui telefon cu ironia cu care si lumina sa imi surade... Scanteile de raze X sau Gamma sau de care or fi imi lumineaza campul spectral si imi inunda ochii intr-un alt stil de albastru colorat numai de firea ta.. Imi sterg pata de pe asternut si din oras si din comoara te chem iar intr-un strigat mut sa te omor ca sa-ti trimit renasterea in alt cotlon de zare acolo unde nu vei mai striga numele meu pierdut in vechile mitologii sanscrite prin copacii scrijeliti de vremuri unde un cod de simtire si finete s-a iscalit neinteles pe inima singuratica umbland cu poezia printr-o alta biblioteca sau prin lanuri de povete adunate in concentratia minunilor abundente.
  Un ochi amarnic nefolositor lacrimilor isi face auzita vizibilitatea prin picaturile sarate o catastrofa naturala, o inundatie nociva, un vaiet deznadajduit si mortii impaciuiti de nelinisti apuse cufundate intr-o intensitate asuprita de jaratecul cenusiu al orelor trecande... Ar fi fost senin si cerul daca soarta nu ar fi plans pe el atata arta si probabil zeii ar fi adus ei insisi ofranda propriei creatii, muritorilor de rand daca nu ar fi fost prea ocupati sa-si construiasca templul, fortareata lor de aparare... se apara si ei de propriile forte asa cum ar fi trebuit sa stim deja caci noi suntem aceia ce-si fabrica lacrimile din substante interne care se gasesc acolo in mod inconstient.
  Dorm somnul agitat de comparatii zdruncinate si ma spal iar si iar intr-o lumina vie, renasc si mor in alta poezie cu ceea ce e dat in speta mie.... Si poate daca voi atinge iar o mana calda ce-mi va da crezare o voi lua cu  raceala interioara intr-o amintire uitata si o voi strange intr-o siguranta precara pana la stingerea vietii mele infinite....

Drumul Vietii: etapa catre viitor ...

  Am fost eu sincer in viata si eu sincer in viata ce va urma fiindca lucrul scris ramane a fi spus in viitor cand lumea probabil va ajunge la acel nivel de inteligenta in care omul de rand nu se va pleca sa ma asculte... Dar iata acum in fata ferestrei privindu-te imi pun un sir de intrebari fara raspuns frumoase ca un colier de stele ca viata vesnica din mine si din univers adunata intr-un colt de melodie visatoare... M-arunc in trairile pe care le cuprind cu mana calda si astept din nou sa simt ca traiesc prin ele...deja am porii iritati de un termometru mult prea agitat care imi asculta temperatura si transmite ceea ce descifreaza in bataia inimilor mele catre un calculator care opereaza sentimental intr-un sistem unic de programe neintelese de oamenii prezentului... Ma aplec spre trecut unde timpul a ramas usor stingherit zambindu-mi dintr-un loc uitat de lume undeva langa frumoasa Praga unde domnitele imbracate ca niste printese din poveste continua sa cante razboinicilor lor un gand de pace... Dar termometrul meu nu imi poate citi temperatura in trecut fiindca nu ma mai gaseste si imi trimite doar starea vibrationala curenta spre a fi analizata de savantii si formatorii de spiritualitate ai zilelor ce vor urma... Ma indrept spre oscilatii cutremuratoare rupte peste fragilitatea capacitatilor mele in cioburi de vitraliu, in scurte framantari de arta imprastiate peste urmele unei fiinte fara de sens dezbinata de un fundament prea stabil ca sa mai ramana in planul concretului purtata spre etericul vis in starile inselator euristice ale transelor nocturne... Ma acopar cu o patura si termometrul nu ma mai simte fiindca eu imi ingrop febra iar informatiile nu se transmit spre viitor complete fiindca eu nu am completat toate datele formatarii zambetului care mi-ar incheia descrierea cu atisoara rosie simbol de pret si aparare. Inverseaza-mi tu virgulele si punctele daca nu intelegi ceva ce in viitor va ajunge un calcul cronometrat dar atinge-ma cu soare ca sa nu mi se umbreasca mostenirile nici focul si nici macar pata de intuneric din mine... lasa-mi doar echilibrul chinuit si dormi in noaptea plecarii mele catre viitor...

Doua Randuri

Ma gandeam sa iti scriu doua randuri... doar doua randuri mici dar pline de esenta si traire, doua randuri sufocante si frumoase in distructivismul abisal al cuvantului uitat. Sa merg pe strada veche presarata cu ciment arid care nu simte, nu cunoaste dar imi gazduieste sangele in sine atunci cand eu ma prabusesc in mijlocul drumului, cu randurile mele si cu teama de a mai gandi.
  Doua randuri, atat port cu mine dar nu stiu ce sa mai fac cu ele fiindca nu le pot citi intrucat nu inteleg hieroglifele inimii sau cel putin nu le mai inteleg acum....
  Doua randuri adadncite in sunet si  agresivitatea unei melodii cantqate cu patima la chitara si doua randuri din cartea mea teoretica duc doi pasi mai in fata spre o practica ascunsa intr-o patura fragila de finete lacrimogena. Doua randuri si inca doua picaturi de ser , ser al vietii, seva pictata in tabloul meu scrijelit de scoarta ancestrala acolo unde norul a uitat sa abandoneze o geana pentru o pata de viata gri regasita in lista de obiective permise ...
  Doua randuri sa soptim cu praf de cerneala albastra scrise si indurerate, rescrise si din nou planse de crampeiul de primavara aproximativ atins de apogeul nestiintei si al naivitatii duse la extrema diabolica a exterminarii amintite de greselile istoriei si inn acele doua mici randuri pline de profunzimea banalului se gaseste totusi eternitatea fiindca punctele din cerneala si din foaie sunt la randul lor infinite ca numar ... Asadar ti-am dat doua randuri, ti-am dat nesfarsitul si am sa ti=l mai dau o data numai daca as sti ca in ele ma voi scalda vie si moarta in acelasi timp cautand probabil epistematicul definitiilor neintelese....

Cunoasterea in chipul unei cititoare....

Haide... Haide sa ne uitam impreuna la un film si sa-ti explic faptul ca eu am vrut si am tot vrut si poate inca vreau si poate nu iese. El isi scoate ironic mintea din cap si o pune pe cutia aurie de pe masa. Incretita si firava bucata de creier imi deseneaza ceva abstract printre vase de sange... Ma intorc spre o noua vizualizare si gasesc doua-trei umbre pe care sa le bat si sa le iau din nou in brate atunci cand mor si renasc noapte de noapte, somn de somn, freamat de freamat. Si de ce mai ploua cu atata apasare cand eu ma uit la melodiile din CD player ca la niste copaci aprinsi de viata si imi cer reinventarea prin bucata de creier aflata pe masa. Apoi imi iau cartea in brate si o legan ca pe un copil apoi o strig pe nume si merg pe strada cu ea bantuind visele ca o naluca a realitatii aparand intr-un plan interdimensional strigandu-mi cunoasterea pe nume, strangand-o la piept si oferindu-i gustul laptos al sacrificiului meu.
   El s-a uitat intr-un sine cu ceas si a facut in asa fel incat sa-i dispara vasele si mintea evaporate in aer distruse de propria crima iar cunoasterea care a ranit o data ceasul a pierdut notiunea timpului o data cu pierderea concretului din el.
  Si eu prin somn, pe strazi si prin cotloane, eu pretutindeni in birourile frumos amenajate, intre dosarele deranjate de vremi, intre legatura istorica a perspectivelor diacronice, eu acolo regasesc artefactul cartii ce ma strange acum spre ea si ma cuprinde intr-o mare de litere vidate si ascutite.
 Maine va fi o noua zi si imi voi relua cursul probabilitatilor variate... Dar oare maine ma voi trezi din somnul nocturn al vesniciei ?....

Living Fiction

The Hyaros were a nomad family living wherever they could in winter they would find a place along with the silent wonders of the Balkans and in Summer they would roam the forests and fields making interminable exploring journeys on foot and horse to the seas of Black and to the Danube river. Wherever they came from they did not know for it was a story of family and generations. They had always been like that nomads and peaceful folk wondering for years in their caravan. Tourists who spotted them always took notes about their very different style of life and there was a note of misticism about their very beautiful colored dresses and happy songs which sounded like incantations in a hot summer night. The Hyaro family was not the only one that lived like that but there was something special about them that made everything different and special. Their little child Viktor was a sweet and tallented young man of five who had a dream of becoming a wonderful smith artisan painting creatures of ancient mythology in carvings of iron.
It was a hot summer day when Timo, a tourist from Finland found himself wondering around in the Balkans for a relaxing exploring week in the woods. He was travelling alone humming a tune when he met the family who were standing by a soft evening fire playing guitar. Little Viktor was fascinated by Timo with blue eyes as beautiful as starlight on the night sky...
Puhuttekote Suomea? he asked in wonder as the songs seamed to capture him in a magical mist. Viktor instantly knew he was from Finland and he showed Timo a small statue of the goddess Lohi. Timo bought it knowing the family needed some support and as Viktor wanted to give him some change in coins Timo who extended his hand over the flames dropped the small iron statue and burned his hand. Feeling there was black magic he swore in English language and called upon hellfires to take away that gipsy family. The statue which should have been of high resistence started instantly melting next to the fire and from it emerged a small telephone cardlike thing to which surprisingly the fire did no damage. Little Viktor and his family stared with dark eyes in wonder as the beautiful blue-eyed Finnish took the card with him and run away screaming. Poor Viktor started crying for his work and burned his hands in the fire with the hot iron all over him. He died two days later for no one could offer him any medical support to heal the burns and the infections that invaded his blood after the untreated woonds.
A few weeks later, Timo Taahonen for this was his full name was back in his office in Helsinki happily working. He was a judge of influence and was himself running a small society promoting peace. His bag dropped down on the floor and the small card fell down from a hidden pocket. Out of curiosity he took it out and implanted in his USB storage area of his laptop. A few minutes later the following message appeared on the headscreen : * This is no virus, Thank you for Opening up this system for you have become our number 1 ally in a complete change of the world. Click here to see more! * After clicking he saw a man elegantly dressed who had a filmed speech : *Dear Sir : This Speech is a live transmision and from our informers we have found out that you are located in Helsinki. This small card has been storing the whole activity of the Hyaro family which we have been tracking down for years. Like them there are others who simply have nothing to live for on this planet which needs serios cleaning. For echology and Christianity us as the Underground Society of Pure Hearts ( USPH for short) Have developed an underground concentration camp in Swisserland in which we will bring all the gitano and gipsy families from the balkans, Spain, Italy, Greece and even more civilised countries. It is not only this family in particular for they are all the same all theeves and unhonest profanners of religion and global image. We are determined to bring up the rase that Europe has always been proud of, that of honest clean and beautyful people who may do no harm to this disastrous place. The message is now being sent in intranet to the whole society for you have activated communication with us by opening the system and like this chip there will be more to come all hidden in the places where we have been tracking people down. We have been looking for areas like Kosovo to start with for there impurity is close at hand and I really feel prowd to have an ally in a country as lovely and developed as Finland. I am sure we will all be understood. Your photograph has been coppied for we are watching you in real time since I see that your webcam is on and by tomorrow you will have your picture on all social media as our hugest supporter. Against his will Timo found himself printed on banners in media such as Facebook where he on behalf of Finland and world purification joined a society that would eradicate everything that was not pure rase.
* Death to Gitanos in the name of God's Heaven on Earth* by Timo Taahonen was displayed even on the main search engines around global networks. Timo found he could take no more since he got pro and cont opinions on the matter and thus for weeks he went on hiding close to the polar circle in a house where his friend, another judge who knew it was work against him was keeping strong protection on his life. During the lonly days the society started kidnapping gitano kids all around the balkans and as the sickly were tortured under swiss grounds the more fit were to be soldier kids. The GitanoJavit Juniour was an European copy of the african JanJavit and kids with weapons with their hands were to damage for the society which would gain proffit out of their hearts. Europe had to be purified through its own sickness so they considered.
But in all this time Timo who received constant verbal information started writting a book about everything happening and in a week it was done. Then he brought arguments from the law and even Finnish constitution against racism and after all evidence was done he declared media war to the society claiming that Europe had to be purified of hulligans who use the love of Jesus more as a terrorist Jihad that instead of being heald internaly in one's soul was heald against innocent children and their families. It was true the gipsies or gitanos were theeves in some cases but what was the better of an honest mind more evolved if it were more righteous to kill and revive the German lager of WorldWar 2? He started publishing his book and such comments everywhere near his photo and then went on searching for families for which he had to be the savior. Smart power of words and diplomacy was much better applied in an evolved world rather than the hard power of underground societies and their weapons.
Timo Taahonen with his lawyer and a few well payed hackers defended the gitano rights as well as human rights by law and reported the media war to the United Nations in Geneva. Shortly the society leader of jewish origin was caught and arested. In court he declared that it was the Rroma people, nomads without a culture who made them suffer in the extermination camp. Adolf Hitler had simply made a confusion and the chosen people of Jerussalim had to clean Europe for it was the most evolved of places and Jesus wanted it to be full of smart and clean people. It was the gitanos who should have died in the lager of Auschwitz not them the jewish and so the chosen people had the right to revvenge in a modern style creating a media society and underground torturing camps using an african style of torture at least to make use of the healthy ones.
His people were easily tracked down as well and even though some children and their families had suffered at least they would suffer no longer.
Timo Taahonen started selling his anti racist book and after that he wrote his own story based on what had happened. With the money gained he opened an artisan school in Helsinki and another one in Belgrade where he recruted young children who would learn craftwork . He himself learned some smith sculpture in spare time which was mostly an art forgotten in magic and misticism and forged a portray of a boy and a heart right next to it which he brought to Viktor's grave after getting into contact with his family. He named the school
The Victory of Long forgotten Arts under the saying that no matter the ethnicity as long as your hands do what your heart says there will be unity and love for all souls to feel .Thus the battle ended and it is up to them and us to end the wor against racism and discrimination by trying to socially involve and smartly reeducate that which is not pure for we would be no better by agressively combatting what is not to our social liking.... If Jesus dis not wish to rebuild the world it is up to us humans to suffer the trial of respecting divine will.....no matter the times of ancient or modern establishings a mind shall always have to deal with a choice between good and evil....

CODEBATTLE PART II ( Starprojection-Numerique)

.  RETROSPECTIVE:
  The genius man with X Ray eyes was scanning the world in order to create a new system of perfection and thus he came up with Threo the three-code computer revolutionary robot. As the two-by-two universal codes were broken down by the self-thinking machine all information belonged to the creator till his prototype started wondering on his own through the amount of systematic dimensions. He came across a new force of intelligence that took over and replaced his coding schedule with an even more complex one formed only of equations.

  THE STORY CONTINUED:.....

   Jade the IT student could not fail his test. Not that time however something was wrong with the whole computer network. He decided to explore the multiplication of three-by-three as the new gadget generation was haunting his mind but he soon gave up... At night his laptop screen broke down with light sparks and all data lost itself to the undefined result. He could not understand the fast degree of development and neither could he guess why all his data got lost so fast. Little did he know that the whole world was facing the same trouble. He decided to find out if something was wrong with the cables linking electricity to his laptop so he jumped up and turned on the lights. All bulbs exploded at once sending the room into a view of sparks. It was a common thing in his house so before paniking he thought about gazing at the window in a dreamy state for at least a few minutes. The tragedy revealed itself outside as the sky was projecting a kind of cinema show of lights. The obvious structures of mathematics were only equations. The first degree terms were up to the top solving themselves one by one. The sky blackboard was automatically wiped and the operation infinitely replaced with yet other and other numbers. The intelligent unearthly being was starting its' atrocities towards the information of the blue planet. The calculation was growing more complex as a human looked from top downwards and two-three unknown numbers, the twist and turn of multiplication and division made everything stand still. 
  Electricity was stopped all across the Globe and the sky darkened giving everyone the chance to watch the hugest live class lesson about every different equation theory there existed. The  show of light was draining information and energy out of Earth, authorities facing an advanced degree of hysteria unable to handle the situation.
  The student started a thought in mind. He was in need of either communication or support antouched by fear he started walking forwards. But the light code power took hold of his brilliant mind and nocked him down to the ground  reading his mind like a magnetic memory component. He slowly lost his breath to the power and gave his mind to them. As the force of light took him away his dead body started sending the brain impulses that contract a corpse until it becomes fully unfunctional and those small particles of static energy reached the mind of the X Ray-Eyed genius who was looking for some support. He took the force he needed and hoping he would solve everything started fixing Threo who would have been the greatest witness. Maybe the prototype was the thing that gathered all information both from the original background as well as from the ones who destroyed him and brought lethargy to common mathematics. The sky was now comercialising the name of the code warriors along with a holograph-type logo that clearly read STARPROJECTION- THE LIGHTS OF NUMERIQUE.
  The old genius scanned everything with his eyes and realized that Threo needed to work and build up something stronger along with him. It had to be radically different and if science allowed it probably invisible.... His micrometer transformers were too huge. He determined himself to create the smallest industry in the Universe : The Nano Industry of infinite Information........


TO BE CONTINUED ...

SYSTEM THEORIES PT.1- CODEBATTLE

  
… His X ray eyes started uncovering the darkened shape of a long forgotten world and nothing told them he was there, somewhere on the outside looking in. Energy blasting everywhere, creating a kind of post-modern chaos inside the brains of those already washed away by madness. The screen that never ended a kind of abstract projection starfed a feelingful conversation with the scanner eyes and a new device got forged along with their ideas. It was a perfect machine designed in the unique tripple-code system combination. The purpose was to clear-up the so called * old world* and remake it in a new set of numbers. The screen and X ray camera eyed hero were too bored with only 0 and 1 as language friends so they decided to multiply number three and come to a count result of three times three multiples of three.
Threo was the prototype name of the newest social member of rebirth and in hope and light its' creation had to change a gathering of mental forces… Thus numbers themselves were under threat of operational * soft* war… 
  The former manager and creator of technical support in the area was staring at his blank revery as the new appearance started making its way along his codes of influence and as his display changed attitude his heart sunk to the core of sadness. The X rayed one started pennetrating his world and mind stealing all ideas he had left and running away after the poor man's suspect death.  Next day the Legal forces started facing a disagreement of misscomunication as the chaotic multiplying numbers burned down processing material and the terror of scanning started taking place in what used to be a peaceful area.... and thus the man using sight and the revolutionary screen worked themselves out through distopia. 
  While staring at his night memories in which he was referbishing another set of numbers he found out a small error in the cod formation. Quite natural when mathemathics take over everything in an inmense correctness could stop the flow of logic and  history, for it wants itself written insidiously interferes. And on the calculation small board the man who could see it all restored it all to 0 and made multiplying possible again. Absorbed in his notion of the unknown and distracted by the chant of simmetry he abandoned his Threo for a while and the robot prototype started navigating on its own through radio waves. After destroying two-by-two systems that made a superficial vision on his revew mirror he passed on searching and waiting for something that might attract his atention. As the three-by-three multi-tasking engin allowed him to make decisions he chose to hide from his creator and covered a protective field of three layers to keep him invisible. While wondering in the apparent empty space of his distruction he discovered a platform that appeared to be inhabited by other beings. The magnetic complexity of this energy was overloading his processing capacity as light followed him along the path. The sparkle boom of rayed numbers detached him from the shield  and started searching through his databasis. Threo the prototype could not understand the magnetic language as that superior undefined structure was using not only a code of multiplication, it was actually creating and solving situations in a perfect gathering of letters and signs which in schools are known to humans by the name of ECUATIONS. It was so hard to decode the light coming towards the third multiple of trinity and so unexpected that even the X ray scientist's designer screen started lighting up and showing codes on its' own eliminating every previous mathematical operation. The man was staring in wonder at his small board struck and blocked and all his information was now as far as he could tell back-uped in another mind. 
  The prototype lost battery power and fell in a dorment state as ecuational lights took him over. Now three against two was just a dream of the past and the new misterious force started ascending the montain of chalange to steel away the darkened X ray heart of the three-by-three codemaker.... 
TO BE CONTINUED....