Now I find myself staring at a photo exhibition where, at least eight of the many works exposed, are from PDP.
The first picture gives you the sensation that he might had taken it, over dawn or maybe around sunset, the picture isn't clear, the only thing that attaches the viewers is the darkness that surrounds the houses, when the sun descends in the sky.
In the fourth image, we are brought to the train station, at night. The multicolour lights and the electronic panels reflect how human race rushes from one place to another, without actually a destination.
The seventh it's probably somewhere near his neighborhood. Beneath a bridge, where the water flows, fighting against the giant rocks and at the end of the tunnel, filled with grafitti, there's an authentic oasis, with a magnificent green tree rising up in the sky's direction.
The last, but not the least. The train trails! I have no idea how could he have taken that photo, or even how was he able to jump over the fencing. However, the camera was at the ground's level, capturing the stones within the steel from the trails.
A delight view! Indeed.
And unconsciously, the memories and emotions that the photos provide me, made myself sink in the uncertain sea of time.
quinta-feira, 28 de fevereiro de 2013
Mermaid of the Moon
Inside a small engine boat, floating on a peaceful darkened sea, under a sky with a glowing full-moon and two bright stars, always faithful to their Goddess; there were two fellas, Zayn and Todd, probably still trying to graduate, and Cleo a highschool senior.
*
Every thursday, there was a party at the gym, where students could get loose and a bit drunk.
Cleo wasn't really an adept of those parties, especially because on Friday mornings she had classes, and attending them with a terrible headache, due to the hangover, wasn't that appealing.
However the exams period was arriving and Cleo needed to clear her mind, She spent five days in a row, closed in her bedroom attached to enormous piles of books and countless papers scattered on the desk and a few ones lost on the floor. It was time to have some fun!
*
Cleo was one step away, from a completly different world; where sanity is forgotten and madness takes over the chemical reactions that foolish our brains.
Covering her face with a silver light blue mask, typically from Venice, she pushed the gym's door open, feeling the atoms vibrating within the music beats. Cleo felt her heartbeats increasing, while the wave of decibels embraced Cleo's heart, like a hand grabbing it so tightly in order to reduce it to mere ashes.
Inside the gym, there was a disco ball, rotating and reflecting the visible light radiation in every direction, hanging by a single steel string.
A simple school party, turned the gym into a nightclub. Groups of students were dancing, while Cleo tried to reached the place where her friends were.
"Hey guys, it's Cleo!" Alicia pointed out, "What's with the mask?" Alicia asked, before collapsing (too much alcohol in her system).
Cleo caught her and supported Alicia's weight on her shoulder, acting like they were both drunk to atract Zayn and Todd's attention.
Cleo needed a ride to Nim's Island, and the rich fellas were a perfect opportunity. The Nim's Island had a huge amoung of biodiversity, and mysteries yet to be discovered. It was a great place to test some of Cleo's knowledge, and she was looking forward to that challenge.
*
Once in the island, Cleo started to catalog everything that caught her attention.
A diversity of colourful insects, the most odd flowers and trees, and a few divine outcrops of land.
Cleo was amazed with the beauty, that a single island could raise. She felt just like, Charles Darwin building his theories and studying different finches as a base of his thesis --> 'the living beings are in constant evolution'
Nim's Island was born from fire and water united, creating a piece of Earth, however Nim's volcano was asleep for a very long time.
While she was exploring the slopes from the sleeping volcano, she distinguished a crack on the magmatic wall covered with green and glorious vegetation, big enough to shelter her during the night, before someone noticed her absence and started searching for her.
There were some dense bushes blocking the way in, but Cleo was able to contour them, easily.
Finally inside the cave, raindrops were hanging by the ceiling, lighted by the reflection of the dancing waves from a small natural pool.
Cleo sat on the edge of the pool, with her legs dangling over the water, while the moon slowly traversed the sky.
Shadows began to stretch across the pure blue water and the hollow grotto was still, a darkened mirror reflecting the slowly drifting clouds and the fat moon.
Under her clothes, instead of underwear, Cleo was wearing a swimming suit, and taking the chance she went for a swim; right when the full-moon was aligned with the volcanic cone of the cave.
Tiny bubbles turned the peaceful pool into a natural jacuzzi, those tiny bubbles glue themselves to Cleo's skin transforming it into a scaly skin.
When the transformation was done, Cleo had became a mermaid,
a mermaid controlled by the moon phases.
*
Every thursday, there was a party at the gym, where students could get loose and a bit drunk.
Cleo wasn't really an adept of those parties, especially because on Friday mornings she had classes, and attending them with a terrible headache, due to the hangover, wasn't that appealing.
However the exams period was arriving and Cleo needed to clear her mind, She spent five days in a row, closed in her bedroom attached to enormous piles of books and countless papers scattered on the desk and a few ones lost on the floor. It was time to have some fun!
*
Cleo was one step away, from a completly different world; where sanity is forgotten and madness takes over the chemical reactions that foolish our brains.
Covering her face with a silver light blue mask, typically from Venice, she pushed the gym's door open, feeling the atoms vibrating within the music beats. Cleo felt her heartbeats increasing, while the wave of decibels embraced Cleo's heart, like a hand grabbing it so tightly in order to reduce it to mere ashes.
Inside the gym, there was a disco ball, rotating and reflecting the visible light radiation in every direction, hanging by a single steel string.
A simple school party, turned the gym into a nightclub. Groups of students were dancing, while Cleo tried to reached the place where her friends were.
"Hey guys, it's Cleo!" Alicia pointed out, "What's with the mask?" Alicia asked, before collapsing (too much alcohol in her system).
Cleo caught her and supported Alicia's weight on her shoulder, acting like they were both drunk to atract Zayn and Todd's attention.
Cleo needed a ride to Nim's Island, and the rich fellas were a perfect opportunity. The Nim's Island had a huge amoung of biodiversity, and mysteries yet to be discovered. It was a great place to test some of Cleo's knowledge, and she was looking forward to that challenge.
*
Once in the island, Cleo started to catalog everything that caught her attention.
A diversity of colourful insects, the most odd flowers and trees, and a few divine outcrops of land.
Cleo was amazed with the beauty, that a single island could raise. She felt just like, Charles Darwin building his theories and studying different finches as a base of his thesis --> 'the living beings are in constant evolution'
Nim's Island was born from fire and water united, creating a piece of Earth, however Nim's volcano was asleep for a very long time.
While she was exploring the slopes from the sleeping volcano, she distinguished a crack on the magmatic wall covered with green and glorious vegetation, big enough to shelter her during the night, before someone noticed her absence and started searching for her.
There were some dense bushes blocking the way in, but Cleo was able to contour them, easily.
Finally inside the cave, raindrops were hanging by the ceiling, lighted by the reflection of the dancing waves from a small natural pool.
Cleo sat on the edge of the pool, with her legs dangling over the water, while the moon slowly traversed the sky.
Shadows began to stretch across the pure blue water and the hollow grotto was still, a darkened mirror reflecting the slowly drifting clouds and the fat moon.
Under her clothes, instead of underwear, Cleo was wearing a swimming suit, and taking the chance she went for a swim; right when the full-moon was aligned with the volcanic cone of the cave.
Tiny bubbles turned the peaceful pool into a natural jacuzzi, those tiny bubbles glue themselves to Cleo's skin transforming it into a scaly skin.
When the transformation was done, Cleo had became a mermaid,
a mermaid controlled by the moon phases.
terça-feira, 26 de fevereiro de 2013
Sloan's punishment
Somewhere in the middle of Alagaësia,
in the most feared mountain of them all,
Helgrind!
While the most expected war was begining to strike,
between light Dragons, Elves, Dwarfs and Humans.
You were locked away from reality, in some darkened, dirty prison, away from your precious daughter.
Some creatures, called Ra'zac, ripped out your bones;
the pain was nothing compared with the thought that they can do the same to your daughter, Katrina.
You couldn't move,
the members of your body completly ignored the orders produced by your brain. The only piece of you, that still could move by your will, were your eyes.
The environment around you stink.
The scent of blood and human flesh was still impregnated in the air.
Kill, after kill;
Ra'zac could destroy a whole village, and still yearn for more souls to haunt and the taste of sinning flesh. Nasty creatures, with bug faces and scaly skin.
Unable to feel any kind of emotions, only living for the pleasure of being the monster in children's nightmares, being the incurable scars in brave men and the sorrow in women's faces.
You lost the count of the days, that you were trapped in that hole, with just a slight light, shinning through a crack on the wall.
You were able to distinguish the wall, made of mud mixed with traces of human pieces and the several handcuffs with hanging corpses continuing to decompose.
Suddenly someone opened the door,
your heart started racing...
Not that they could do worse to you, than you already were; unless they're going to torture Katrina!
She was the only thing you had left in your entire life. Without her, you hadn't a meaning to live.
the unknown person grabbed you and carried you towards the light. Maybe you were just junk being dumped...
*
When you became conscious again, the young man had already lighted a fire and the meal was already cooked.
And for the first time, you saw clearly his face, it was Eragon, the reason of all your problems.
"Where's Katrina?" you aggressively asked.
"Saphira is taking her to Surda, alongside with Roran. They are going to marry. And I'm here to ask you, if you give them your bless."
"Well then, you saved me in vain. Not even if I become mad, I'll allow that bond!" you protested, knowing that Eragon was condemning you to a fate worse than the own death.
"There's no way, I'll let you ruin my cousin's happiness. Roran and Katrina love each other, so they should be together!"
"And for that, they need my blessing, or be DEAD!" you noted
"Not necessarily." Eragon whispered, "I just need your real name."
*
And against your will, Eragon healed your injuries, and demanded you to walk 1000 miles towards Ellesméra, the Elves's land. There you would find a house and food waiting, yes you were able to survive... However that wasn't living.
Katrina could never be happy with a peasant, she deserved better, as well as, a father to support her in everything she needed.
*
Days and nights passed by, your life seemed to last forever.
Although you could do whatever you wanted, you couldn't find the right motivation to even go for a walk. All your hope was killed in the day you lost your daughter. Now you merely sat on a bench looking at the lake, staring at a swan.
That beautiful creature reminded you of your beloved wife, gracious and elegant.
"Shall I grant your wish?" you begged.
My wish is to fly, over the rainbow, so high... (The swan replied)
in the most feared mountain of them all,
Helgrind!
between light Dragons, Elves, Dwarfs and Humans.
You were locked away from reality, in some darkened, dirty prison, away from your precious daughter.
Some creatures, called Ra'zac, ripped out your bones;
the pain was nothing compared with the thought that they can do the same to your daughter, Katrina.
You couldn't move,
the members of your body completly ignored the orders produced by your brain. The only piece of you, that still could move by your will, were your eyes.
The environment around you stink.
The scent of blood and human flesh was still impregnated in the air.
Kill, after kill;
Ra'zac could destroy a whole village, and still yearn for more souls to haunt and the taste of sinning flesh. Nasty creatures, with bug faces and scaly skin.
Unable to feel any kind of emotions, only living for the pleasure of being the monster in children's nightmares, being the incurable scars in brave men and the sorrow in women's faces.
You lost the count of the days, that you were trapped in that hole, with just a slight light, shinning through a crack on the wall.
You were able to distinguish the wall, made of mud mixed with traces of human pieces and the several handcuffs with hanging corpses continuing to decompose.
Suddenly someone opened the door,
your heart started racing...
Not that they could do worse to you, than you already were; unless they're going to torture Katrina!
She was the only thing you had left in your entire life. Without her, you hadn't a meaning to live.
the unknown person grabbed you and carried you towards the light. Maybe you were just junk being dumped...
*
When you became conscious again, the young man had already lighted a fire and the meal was already cooked.
And for the first time, you saw clearly his face, it was Eragon, the reason of all your problems.
"Where's Katrina?" you aggressively asked.
"Saphira is taking her to Surda, alongside with Roran. They are going to marry. And I'm here to ask you, if you give them your bless."
"Well then, you saved me in vain. Not even if I become mad, I'll allow that bond!" you protested, knowing that Eragon was condemning you to a fate worse than the own death.
"There's no way, I'll let you ruin my cousin's happiness. Roran and Katrina love each other, so they should be together!"
"And for that, they need my blessing, or be DEAD!" you noted
"Not necessarily." Eragon whispered, "I just need your real name."
*
And against your will, Eragon healed your injuries, and demanded you to walk 1000 miles towards Ellesméra, the Elves's land. There you would find a house and food waiting, yes you were able to survive... However that wasn't living.
Katrina could never be happy with a peasant, she deserved better, as well as, a father to support her in everything she needed.
*
Days and nights passed by, your life seemed to last forever.
Although you could do whatever you wanted, you couldn't find the right motivation to even go for a walk. All your hope was killed in the day you lost your daughter. Now you merely sat on a bench looking at the lake, staring at a swan.
That beautiful creature reminded you of your beloved wife, gracious and elegant.
"Shall I grant your wish?" you begged.
My wish is to fly, over the rainbow, so high... (The swan replied)
sábado, 23 de fevereiro de 2013
List of Movies to Watch
Beautiful Creatures, from Kami Garcie and Margaret Stohl
The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones
Comming on August 23
Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters
sexta-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2013
Safe Haven, of Nicholas Sparks
Love hurts. There is nothing as painful as heartbreak. But in order to learn to love again, you must learn to trust again.
When a mysterious young woman named Katie appears in the small North Carolina town of Southport, her sudden arrival raises questions about her past. Beautiful yet self-effacing, Katie seems determined to avoid forming personal ties until a series of events draw her into two reluctant relationships: one with Alex, a widowed store owner with a kind heart and two young children; and another with her plainspoken single neighbor, Jo. Despite her reservations, Katie slowly begins to let down her guard, putting down roots in the close-knit community and becoming increasingly attached to Alex and his family.
But even as Katie begins to fall in love, she struggles with the dark secret that still haunts and terrifies her . . . a past that set her on a fearful, shattering journey across the country, to the sheltered oasis of Southport. With Jo’s empathic and stubborn support, Katie eventually realizes that she must choose between a life of transient safety and one of riskier rewards . . . and that in the darkest hour, love is the only true safe haven.
*
Safe Haven shows us, that fighting for a life, we believe we deserve, is the biggest victory of them all. Sometimes in life, we need to start over again.
We make mistakes, and take wrong decisions, that will change our fate drastically. However we can't stop being ourselves, if being ourselves isn't good enough, than that means we need to take a turning point in our life.
Is it easy to leave behind everything we knew? Are we going to make it?
I guess that's just up to us, and how much will we have to fight for the things we truly love!
A story that joins together drama, romance and mystery. It's a really pleasing lecture, that keeps you addicted 'till the end!
quarta-feira, 20 de fevereiro de 2013
Two Ways of Life
Tik, tok, tik, tok, ringggggg!...
Turn off the alarm, get up, take a shower, put some clothes on, eat breakfast, go to school, have classes, skip lunch, register me in the exams, get back home, do nothing, sleep.
Tik, tok, tik, tok, ringggggg!...
Turn off the alarm, get up, take a shower, put some clothes on, eat breakfast, go to school, have classes, skip lunch, sneak into the study room, get back home, do nothing, sleep.
Tik, tok, tik, tok, ringggggg!...
Annoying, isn't it?
Now try to imagine, every single day of you life, like this.
Same faces, same places...
Scary?
Perhaps, frustrating!...
And then grown people are shocked, that we hate school and decide to explore other paths that lead us to momentarily happiness --> 'Drugs, Sex and Rock 'n Roll!'
*
There's nothing I could say to you; Nothing I could ever do to make you see; What you mean to me; All the pain, the tears I cried; Still you never said goodbye and now I know; How far you'd go; I know I let you down; But it's not like that now; This time I'll never let you go; I will be!
The alarm started ringing the morning wake-up song, on Mega FM (88.0). You move your arm to shut it down and to gain some will to get up on a Monday morning.
Finally you convinced your parents to let you ride your bike and get to school on your own.
And, as always, your friend is at the meeting spot outside school. You greet her and wave your hand to the doorman saying "Hey!". While you are talking about your plans, you notice that your sister is hugging tightly one of her friends, as if something was wrong.
You go and see her,
and she is crying compulsively,
you don't know what to say at this kind of situations, so you just ask what is wrong and as a reply she screams "Go away!"
What a shame!
It hurts so much
Being disposed or replaced by someone your sister barely knows.
Shameful!...So you just walk away.
The bell rings, announcing the first class in the morning. After such heartbreak, you prefer skipping Math class, looking for some free bench, you end up laying on the grass, watching the clouds float peacefully in the blue sky. Closing your eyes, feeling the breeze tousling your strings of hair, you slowly drift away.
However, someone is keeping an eye on you.
"Boo!"
You squeak, waking up abruptly from your nap. It is your BFF, Emma, who is tickling your tummy, "I think PDP is checking up on you." Emma notes.
You smirk, "Well, he can watch while he can; once level 1 is ready to start, he's going to regret it."
"He's not wearing glasses, today!" Emma noticed "Ohhhh, now we can't have a souvenir from level 0 strike" you complained.
And both of you and your BFF, roll on the grass giggling, while PDP finally looked away.
Turn off the alarm, get up, take a shower, put some clothes on, eat breakfast, go to school, have classes, skip lunch, register me in the exams, get back home, do nothing, sleep.
Tik, tok, tik, tok, ringggggg!...
Turn off the alarm, get up, take a shower, put some clothes on, eat breakfast, go to school, have classes, skip lunch, sneak into the study room, get back home, do nothing, sleep.
Tik, tok, tik, tok, ringggggg!...
Annoying, isn't it?
Now try to imagine, every single day of you life, like this.
Same faces, same places...
Scary?
Perhaps, frustrating!...
And then grown people are shocked, that we hate school and decide to explore other paths that lead us to momentarily happiness --> 'Drugs, Sex and Rock 'n Roll!'
*
There's nothing I could say to you; Nothing I could ever do to make you see; What you mean to me; All the pain, the tears I cried; Still you never said goodbye and now I know; How far you'd go; I know I let you down; But it's not like that now; This time I'll never let you go; I will be!
The alarm started ringing the morning wake-up song, on Mega FM (88.0). You move your arm to shut it down and to gain some will to get up on a Monday morning.
Finally you convinced your parents to let you ride your bike and get to school on your own.
And, as always, your friend is at the meeting spot outside school. You greet her and wave your hand to the doorman saying "Hey!". While you are talking about your plans, you notice that your sister is hugging tightly one of her friends, as if something was wrong.
You go and see her,
and she is crying compulsively,
you don't know what to say at this kind of situations, so you just ask what is wrong and as a reply she screams "Go away!"
What a shame!
It hurts so much
Being disposed or replaced by someone your sister barely knows.
Shameful!...So you just walk away.
The bell rings, announcing the first class in the morning. After such heartbreak, you prefer skipping Math class, looking for some free bench, you end up laying on the grass, watching the clouds float peacefully in the blue sky. Closing your eyes, feeling the breeze tousling your strings of hair, you slowly drift away.
However, someone is keeping an eye on you.
"Boo!"
You squeak, waking up abruptly from your nap. It is your BFF, Emma, who is tickling your tummy, "I think PDP is checking up on you." Emma notes.
You smirk, "Well, he can watch while he can; once level 1 is ready to start, he's going to regret it."
"He's not wearing glasses, today!" Emma noticed "Ohhhh, now we can't have a souvenir from level 0 strike" you complained.
And both of you and your BFF, roll on the grass giggling, while PDP finally looked away.
Smiling cat's purpose
So slowly, time went by and the night was getting older. Against the darkened sky, the stars were shinning bright and the moon was shaped like the smile of a smiling cat.
The night was so dark, even with the slight moonlight, that the camp site looked like a haunted cemetery, there were a few lamps with dim lighting, so Ellie couldn't even distinguish the other caravans outside.
She was laying down on the upper bed of the bunk, gazing through a tiny window of her katamarano light caravan, with her left arm out of the bed, swinging sideways gently and her right arm resting on her tummy.
Raising her right fist, checking the time on her watch she murmured "Three and a half... that makes nineteen hours awake in a row." and running her face "I'm going to be like a zombie in the morning!"
Heath, sleeping in the bed beneath her, grabbed her left hand and started pulling her down, "i had a nightmare, come down here." he begged with a sleepy face, having some difficulty to keep his eyes open.
"Really?" Ellie provoked him with a smirk. as a reply, he just pouted and Ellie finally said "Fine!"
Throwing away her sleeping bag, she climbed down carefully and got into his sleeping bag.
"I'll be here, 'till you fall asleep again." she noted, while Heath snuggled down her chest and embraced her waist with his left arm, pulling her closer to him.
She began to pat his blond hair, sliding her fingers through his strings of hair "You starting to need a haircut." she teased, holding him tightly and wrapping her legs around his hips, getting on top of him, whispering on his ear "Fluffy boy..."
Heath grinned, squeezing her bum gently and leaning his head forwards to nom her neck. Ellie moaned in pleasure, tilting her head back, slightly, and pressing her hips down at his, sliding her fingers along his boxers's line.
And then their lips met, with so much passion.
This time, Heath got on top of her, still holding the kiss, "Tasty!" and they both nuzzled.
Heath hands moved up, lifting her top and throwing it to a corner of the bed, smelling the scent of her skin alongside with the magic touch it provided. He left her lips behind, and went down her body, kissing passionately and licking every piece of her skin.
Ellie met his lips again and instead of kissing, she bit them. He gasped and licked them back. With their hormones over floating, kisses turned into snogging, simple touches turned into caring embraces and the Earth turned back into Heaven for one night.
The moments before drifting away, Heath rubbed Ellie's cheek with his thumb and reminded himself "Tomorrow I have something to ask you.", however Ellie had already fell asleep.
*
Heath felt Ellie getting out of bed and packing some products in a bag to go for a bath, out at the camping bathrooms. He was so tired, that decided to enjoy a few more minutes in his comfy bed.
A half of an hour later, Ellie was already dressed and breakfast was ready. He finally got up, washed himself and put some clothes on.
She was quiet, as if she was expecting him to say something. Nothing came up to his mind, except for "Ellie, ..." he began to say timidly "... Will you..." he noticed that her eyes started to shine "... just pass me the butter, please." and he averted his gaze down and raised his hand to pick the butter she lend him.
The night was so dark, even with the slight moonlight, that the camp site looked like a haunted cemetery, there were a few lamps with dim lighting, so Ellie couldn't even distinguish the other caravans outside.
She was laying down on the upper bed of the bunk, gazing through a tiny window of her katamarano light caravan, with her left arm out of the bed, swinging sideways gently and her right arm resting on her tummy.
Raising her right fist, checking the time on her watch she murmured "Three and a half... that makes nineteen hours awake in a row." and running her face "I'm going to be like a zombie in the morning!"
Heath, sleeping in the bed beneath her, grabbed her left hand and started pulling her down, "i had a nightmare, come down here." he begged with a sleepy face, having some difficulty to keep his eyes open.
"Really?" Ellie provoked him with a smirk. as a reply, he just pouted and Ellie finally said "Fine!"
Throwing away her sleeping bag, she climbed down carefully and got into his sleeping bag.
"I'll be here, 'till you fall asleep again." she noted, while Heath snuggled down her chest and embraced her waist with his left arm, pulling her closer to him.
She began to pat his blond hair, sliding her fingers through his strings of hair "You starting to need a haircut." she teased, holding him tightly and wrapping her legs around his hips, getting on top of him, whispering on his ear "Fluffy boy..."
Heath grinned, squeezing her bum gently and leaning his head forwards to nom her neck. Ellie moaned in pleasure, tilting her head back, slightly, and pressing her hips down at his, sliding her fingers along his boxers's line.
And then their lips met, with so much passion.
This time, Heath got on top of her, still holding the kiss, "Tasty!" and they both nuzzled.
Heath hands moved up, lifting her top and throwing it to a corner of the bed, smelling the scent of her skin alongside with the magic touch it provided. He left her lips behind, and went down her body, kissing passionately and licking every piece of her skin.
Ellie met his lips again and instead of kissing, she bit them. He gasped and licked them back. With their hormones over floating, kisses turned into snogging, simple touches turned into caring embraces and the Earth turned back into Heaven for one night.
The moments before drifting away, Heath rubbed Ellie's cheek with his thumb and reminded himself "Tomorrow I have something to ask you.", however Ellie had already fell asleep.
*
Heath felt Ellie getting out of bed and packing some products in a bag to go for a bath, out at the camping bathrooms. He was so tired, that decided to enjoy a few more minutes in his comfy bed.
A half of an hour later, Ellie was already dressed and breakfast was ready. He finally got up, washed himself and put some clothes on.
She was quiet, as if she was expecting him to say something. Nothing came up to his mind, except for "Ellie, ..." he began to say timidly "... Will you..." he noticed that her eyes started to shine "... just pass me the butter, please." and he averted his gaze down and raised his hand to pick the butter she lend him.
Fate's coincidence
27th May, 2010
"Keys, briefcase, leash, bike..." Stefan checked, sliding his left hand to the left pocket of his trousers and feeling the shape of the car and house keys, picking up his light briefcase, full of business papers, tying up the Detroit's leash around his right fist and pulling the bike down the stairs, "C'mon Detroit, let's go for a walk!"
He started to ride down the road, heading to a park near his office. That way, he could enjoy the breeze, spinning around the branches of some trees and making the grass wave softly, and Detroit could run freely, wearing the accumulated energies.
*
Shutting the door and locking it up, wearing a running equipment with a mp3 player hanging on her chest and with her hair pulled up in a ponytail, Rebecca went for her usual run, towards her office.
One step at a time, following the music's rhythm she headed to the central park, near her office.
*
It took a long time for Detroit to get used to Stefan's bicycle. Detroit didn't understand why stefan walked in just two legs, but at least, when he was riding the weird creature with 'two wheels' he was even faster than himself.
All of a sudden it appeared in the air a female scent, tempting his instincts, and as a trigger, the scent ignited his desires and he looked forwards to revealed the truth.
*
The phone rang in his heart-pocket of his shirt and Stefan answered still riding the bike.
It was his boss, he wanted him to do an especial article for the newspaper with another mate. Right when his boss was giving him the instructions to meet up with the other guy, Detroit started running faster.
Stefan squeaked with the abrupt variation of speed and tried to pull the brake-to-hand, but Detroit was pulling the bike forwards with too much strength. His boss was still on the phone and asked what was going on, what was the reason for such hysteria. But it was too late, a tight turn, the end for Stefan. Detroit turned left and the tension on the leash made it break, so the bike headed to the lake and Stefan took another refreshing bath in the morning.
*
The mp3 battery was now empty, time for some stretching before taking a shower.
Rebecca noticed that a black retriever was following her for a few minutes, so she decided to stop and see what she could do to help the poor animal.
"ohai buddy, are you lost?" Rebecca asked patting behind his right ear, while Detrot's tail was moving sideways and panting, with his tongue hanging in its snout.
Rebecca noticed on the leash that something was written there and read "Detroit..." and he barked. A few meters behind them, Stefan was walking, whistling in order to find detroit. He was smelling like a public toilet, all wet and chilled to the bone, the good side was that he had another suit in his office, as well as a bathroom where he could take a quick shower.
Stefan tilted his head back and found Detroit enjoying all the treats that a woman was giving him.
*
Opps, Stefan is comming! Detroit thought to himself,
No cookies for Detroit for a week! and he began to yelp.
"What's wrong, buddy?" Rebecca wondered, grabbing Detroit's muzzle with her both hands.
"Thank you, for catching Detroit." Stefan thanked her, feeling kind of embarrassed, but above all, upset.
"No problem, Mr. ... Stefan, right?" Rebecca greeted him.
"Yah, how do you know?" Stefan fixed her eyes, noticing how atractive the woman was.
"The leash" she informed, replacing the broken leash for a new one.
"You don't have to do that..." he started saying, but she stopped him "No, I insist! I know, how tough can be to teach a dog." she smiled.
Rebecca's watch began to ring "Oh my, time to go. Bye, nice to meet you, I'm Rebecca." she said quickly and shook his hand, "I'm Stefan, as you already know." he replied a bit confused, as she walked away.
*
"I'm so, so, so late!" he whispered to himself, heading to the elevador and pressing the button. He got in and asked himself why the elevador's doors didn't close, In the precise moment, when the elvador's doors were closing, someone's hand stopped them.
And it was Rebecca,
she was different with her hair waving freely on her neck and shoulders, now wearing a more professional outfit. She seemed as much surprised as him, for both of their presences.
"Do you work here?" they asked at the same time, "I usually work at the 4th floor." she said, still giggling, "I'm from the 3rd floor, I'm still a noob around here, as you can see." he replied, holding a chuckle.
"I'm heading to the 6th floor, for a group project." she began, "So do I!"
The elevador stopped, ringing the 6th floor signal and opening the doors. Their boss was waiting for them and commented "I see the two lover birds, already met each other, c'mon let's start working."
Both of them gazed each other, Rebecca biting her lower lip, where you could distinguish her cheeks blushing and Stefan coughing softly, disguising the joy in his expression.
"Keys, briefcase, leash, bike..." Stefan checked, sliding his left hand to the left pocket of his trousers and feeling the shape of the car and house keys, picking up his light briefcase, full of business papers, tying up the Detroit's leash around his right fist and pulling the bike down the stairs, "C'mon Detroit, let's go for a walk!"
He started to ride down the road, heading to a park near his office. That way, he could enjoy the breeze, spinning around the branches of some trees and making the grass wave softly, and Detroit could run freely, wearing the accumulated energies.
*
Shutting the door and locking it up, wearing a running equipment with a mp3 player hanging on her chest and with her hair pulled up in a ponytail, Rebecca went for her usual run, towards her office.
One step at a time, following the music's rhythm she headed to the central park, near her office.
*
It took a long time for Detroit to get used to Stefan's bicycle. Detroit didn't understand why stefan walked in just two legs, but at least, when he was riding the weird creature with 'two wheels' he was even faster than himself.
All of a sudden it appeared in the air a female scent, tempting his instincts, and as a trigger, the scent ignited his desires and he looked forwards to revealed the truth.
*
The phone rang in his heart-pocket of his shirt and Stefan answered still riding the bike.
It was his boss, he wanted him to do an especial article for the newspaper with another mate. Right when his boss was giving him the instructions to meet up with the other guy, Detroit started running faster.
Stefan squeaked with the abrupt variation of speed and tried to pull the brake-to-hand, but Detroit was pulling the bike forwards with too much strength. His boss was still on the phone and asked what was going on, what was the reason for such hysteria. But it was too late, a tight turn, the end for Stefan. Detroit turned left and the tension on the leash made it break, so the bike headed to the lake and Stefan took another refreshing bath in the morning.
*
The mp3 battery was now empty, time for some stretching before taking a shower.
Rebecca noticed that a black retriever was following her for a few minutes, so she decided to stop and see what she could do to help the poor animal.
"ohai buddy, are you lost?" Rebecca asked patting behind his right ear, while Detrot's tail was moving sideways and panting, with his tongue hanging in its snout.
Rebecca noticed on the leash that something was written there and read "Detroit..." and he barked. A few meters behind them, Stefan was walking, whistling in order to find detroit. He was smelling like a public toilet, all wet and chilled to the bone, the good side was that he had another suit in his office, as well as a bathroom where he could take a quick shower.
Stefan tilted his head back and found Detroit enjoying all the treats that a woman was giving him.
*
Opps, Stefan is comming! Detroit thought to himself,
No cookies for Detroit for a week! and he began to yelp.
"What's wrong, buddy?" Rebecca wondered, grabbing Detroit's muzzle with her both hands.
"Thank you, for catching Detroit." Stefan thanked her, feeling kind of embarrassed, but above all, upset.
"No problem, Mr. ... Stefan, right?" Rebecca greeted him.
"Yah, how do you know?" Stefan fixed her eyes, noticing how atractive the woman was.
"The leash" she informed, replacing the broken leash for a new one.
"You don't have to do that..." he started saying, but she stopped him "No, I insist! I know, how tough can be to teach a dog." she smiled.
Rebecca's watch began to ring "Oh my, time to go. Bye, nice to meet you, I'm Rebecca." she said quickly and shook his hand, "I'm Stefan, as you already know." he replied a bit confused, as she walked away.
*
"I'm so, so, so late!" he whispered to himself, heading to the elevador and pressing the button. He got in and asked himself why the elevador's doors didn't close, In the precise moment, when the elvador's doors were closing, someone's hand stopped them.
And it was Rebecca,
she was different with her hair waving freely on her neck and shoulders, now wearing a more professional outfit. She seemed as much surprised as him, for both of their presences.
"Do you work here?" they asked at the same time, "I usually work at the 4th floor." she said, still giggling, "I'm from the 3rd floor, I'm still a noob around here, as you can see." he replied, holding a chuckle.
"I'm heading to the 6th floor, for a group project." she began, "So do I!"
The elevador stopped, ringing the 6th floor signal and opening the doors. Their boss was waiting for them and commented "I see the two lover birds, already met each other, c'mon let's start working."
Both of them gazed each other, Rebecca biting her lower lip, where you could distinguish her cheeks blushing and Stefan coughing softly, disguising the joy in his expression.
sábado, 16 de fevereiro de 2013
Child of the Moon
Feeling the warm breeze against your fur, making it dance, as if they were waves tossing and turning on the sand; smelling the various scents in the air, the exciting scent of bunny cubs snuggling up to each other inside a warm, confortable hole underground (a hole that could easily be tracked down and digged in); hearing the clear sounds of the mother of nature, crystal, fresh water sprouting from a granitic nascent and falling down on these rocks, as if they were deeply in love and the touch of purity washed away the scars sunken into the cheeks of the rocks, the droplets which were more lighter flew away and scattered in the woods, the mysterious melody which a owl was chirping, within the effect of the light against the 'flying droplets', gave to the forest an enchanted appearance, almost divine; feeling the trails beneath your paws, stones rolling on the floor with the majestic speed, your compact and light body, gain and seeing in front of you a whole world to explore.
However...
With freedom, comes the responsability of your actions;
With no one by your side, you have to accept the rules that move the world around;
Because, after all, we truly die alone (a gift or a curse? Your decision!)
A taste of digesting fluids comes up to your mouth, It's time for a hunt!...
Sliding down your nose to the ground, you track down a scent of a squirrel frenetically nomming an acorn. Target selected!...
Moving on your tiptoes, leveraging the lower warm breeze to disguise your body scent, you erase the meters between your dinner.
The squirrel lowered its guard, giving an opportunity to predators like us to satisfy our growing hunger; you could already feel the bones cracking with the power of your bite, the flesh ripping with the help of your paws; and then you jumped...
Licking your whiskers, you could feel the sweet taste of blood from the innocent tiny creature.
Is it a sin to enjoy your killing to full-fill your needs? My instincts tell me otherwise!...
Changing your direction towards the river, you look forwards to satisfy another of your desires. The meal couldn't come to an end without the tastiness of fresh water.
Near to the river, there were many preys, although not worth your time.
Shutting your eyes, and sipping the crystal clear water from the river, a wave of peace populates your primitive mind and on a blink of an eye, the predator becomes the prey.
Hiding within the green, newborn bushes there is a black, old wolf bristling his fur, showing his white, gleaming teeth where you could distinguish stains of blood.
You remind yourself of his scent, which you had tracked a few hours before dawn.
One of his eyes is light blue, just like the colour of the full moon, metallic and pale;
the other one is darkened grey, much like ashes that were just burned.
He seems possessed with cholera, he've gone mad!
You have no way out,
unless you jump into the water, which is definitely out of question.
And before you could think twice, he throws himself at your throat and the universe is painted with similar colours as when it was created...
However...
With freedom, comes the responsability of your actions;
With no one by your side, you have to accept the rules that move the world around;
Because, after all, we truly die alone (a gift or a curse? Your decision!)
A taste of digesting fluids comes up to your mouth, It's time for a hunt!...
Sliding down your nose to the ground, you track down a scent of a squirrel frenetically nomming an acorn. Target selected!...
Moving on your tiptoes, leveraging the lower warm breeze to disguise your body scent, you erase the meters between your dinner.
The squirrel lowered its guard, giving an opportunity to predators like us to satisfy our growing hunger; you could already feel the bones cracking with the power of your bite, the flesh ripping with the help of your paws; and then you jumped...
Licking your whiskers, you could feel the sweet taste of blood from the innocent tiny creature.
Is it a sin to enjoy your killing to full-fill your needs? My instincts tell me otherwise!...
Changing your direction towards the river, you look forwards to satisfy another of your desires. The meal couldn't come to an end without the tastiness of fresh water.
Near to the river, there were many preys, although not worth your time.
Shutting your eyes, and sipping the crystal clear water from the river, a wave of peace populates your primitive mind and on a blink of an eye, the predator becomes the prey.
Hiding within the green, newborn bushes there is a black, old wolf bristling his fur, showing his white, gleaming teeth where you could distinguish stains of blood.
You remind yourself of his scent, which you had tracked a few hours before dawn.
One of his eyes is light blue, just like the colour of the full moon, metallic and pale;
the other one is darkened grey, much like ashes that were just burned.
He seems possessed with cholera, he've gone mad!
You have no way out,
unless you jump into the water, which is definitely out of question.
And before you could think twice, he throws himself at your throat and the universe is painted with similar colours as when it was created...
sexta-feira, 15 de fevereiro de 2013
Whistle
Time to time, travellers and men, who have seen many kingdoms, used to stay on our village to recover energy and trade products.
It is said that we can't trust these men,
because after such long and dangerous journeys;
after crossing through battle fields filled with revenged-corpses,
Whose mind could still be pure?
It is said that, before they became travellers, they had, at least once, experimented love and peace of mind. How did they end up, like twisted, lonely men?
An answer, that Dalilah was willing to find out.
Many years ago, when Dalilah was just a lil girl, her uncle used to go visit her. He was also a traveller and in every three months, he would bring her books filled with epic stories.
So many nights they spent reading those fantasies,
So many laughs released from their mouths and suspense scenes replete of pure tragedy...
However it didn't last long...
When Dalilah was old enough to start working around the house and becoming more like a woman, her uncle, Kevin, stopped visiting her, stopped sending her books and just went missing;
she couldn't discover any trace of his existence anymore.
She began to worry about Kevin,
but time washed away the happy, surreal memories that both of them built together.
Although the seed he had planted inside her, grew stronger and she grabbed to that last evidence of him, to keep on living one more day in this unfair world.
She discovered that the world is full of things that we can't understand and we put labels in them, as a prove of our ignorant knowledge.
Once a month, that whistle announced that the doors were open to repair armory damaged in the war.
Dalilah just found out the meaning of this whistle some weeks ago. Not even in her deepest daydreaming thoughts, she will deduced that the whistle, the melodic and harmonic whistle which acclaimed such a satanic new.
She never met the man who was blowing it, up 'till the day she went for a walk with her dog on the outskirts of the small town, and found him sharping a sword.
The sparks of flames seemed to move along with his dirty, wrinkled hands; right when their gazes met, a twisted expression seized upon his face and she started crawling backwards, slowly and quietly. On the corner next to her, there was a traveler's carriage where she hid herself. She was so tired, from the early daily routine, that fell asleep under the grey sheet that was covering some of the traveler's products.
Later that day, when the night was still young, she found herself on a moving carriage, erasing many miles from what she knew her entire life.
"Stop, stop, stop, STOP!" she shouted repeatedly. The horses neigh with the abrupt stopping, the driver turned around and his lips shaped into an 'O' delusional by surprise. He didn't uttered a word, just held the gaze between the young lady.
She averted her stare towards the book under his darkened mantle and commented "Tristan and Isolde! Some would say it's a book for eternal lovers, but I was told that it appears more like an ep..."
"An epic novel? Yes, indeed." he finished her phrase, "Who told you that, might have been a great man, despite all of his flaws, I'm sure he knew what was the right thing to do."
"How i wish it was that simple!" she sighed. "However I don't regret anything, neither that magical nights nor the sudden disappearance."
"Good. He probably pictured it that way. A win-win decision!" he nodded.
After some moments of silence, with both of them contemplating the night sky she provoked "What are you waiting for, K? Show me the places on your books!"
"You clever girl... It will be a pleasure to show, my niece, others dimensions than this unfair world, where fai..." he was interrupted by her saying "... fairy tales come true! Blah, blah, blah you can skip the speech I had enough time to ramble around it, with the only letter you send me."
"Oh, that letter..."
"Indeed" she agreed.
It is said that we can't trust these men,
because after such long and dangerous journeys;
after crossing through battle fields filled with revenged-corpses,
Whose mind could still be pure?
It is said that, before they became travellers, they had, at least once, experimented love and peace of mind. How did they end up, like twisted, lonely men?
An answer, that Dalilah was willing to find out.
Many years ago, when Dalilah was just a lil girl, her uncle used to go visit her. He was also a traveller and in every three months, he would bring her books filled with epic stories.
So many nights they spent reading those fantasies,
So many laughs released from their mouths and suspense scenes replete of pure tragedy...
However it didn't last long...
When Dalilah was old enough to start working around the house and becoming more like a woman, her uncle, Kevin, stopped visiting her, stopped sending her books and just went missing;
she couldn't discover any trace of his existence anymore.
She began to worry about Kevin,
but time washed away the happy, surreal memories that both of them built together.
Although the seed he had planted inside her, grew stronger and she grabbed to that last evidence of him, to keep on living one more day in this unfair world.
She discovered that the world is full of things that we can't understand and we put labels in them, as a prove of our ignorant knowledge.
Once a month, that whistle announced that the doors were open to repair armory damaged in the war.
Dalilah just found out the meaning of this whistle some weeks ago. Not even in her deepest daydreaming thoughts, she will deduced that the whistle, the melodic and harmonic whistle which acclaimed such a satanic new.
She never met the man who was blowing it, up 'till the day she went for a walk with her dog on the outskirts of the small town, and found him sharping a sword.
The sparks of flames seemed to move along with his dirty, wrinkled hands; right when their gazes met, a twisted expression seized upon his face and she started crawling backwards, slowly and quietly. On the corner next to her, there was a traveler's carriage where she hid herself. She was so tired, from the early daily routine, that fell asleep under the grey sheet that was covering some of the traveler's products.
Later that day, when the night was still young, she found herself on a moving carriage, erasing many miles from what she knew her entire life.
"Stop, stop, stop, STOP!" she shouted repeatedly. The horses neigh with the abrupt stopping, the driver turned around and his lips shaped into an 'O' delusional by surprise. He didn't uttered a word, just held the gaze between the young lady.
She averted her stare towards the book under his darkened mantle and commented "Tristan and Isolde! Some would say it's a book for eternal lovers, but I was told that it appears more like an ep..."
"An epic novel? Yes, indeed." he finished her phrase, "Who told you that, might have been a great man, despite all of his flaws, I'm sure he knew what was the right thing to do."
"How i wish it was that simple!" she sighed. "However I don't regret anything, neither that magical nights nor the sudden disappearance."
"Good. He probably pictured it that way. A win-win decision!" he nodded.
After some moments of silence, with both of them contemplating the night sky she provoked "What are you waiting for, K? Show me the places on your books!"
"You clever girl... It will be a pleasure to show, my niece, others dimensions than this unfair world, where fai..." he was interrupted by her saying "... fairy tales come true! Blah, blah, blah you can skip the speech I had enough time to ramble around it, with the only letter you send me."
"Oh, that letter..."
"Indeed" she agreed.
quinta-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2013
Welcome to the New Age - Radioactive
Land, covered with corpses, became bloody red; the amoung of dead bodies turned simple green plains into high bloody horrible hills, authentic traps for the last living ones; faces everywhere revealing static moments of pure horror, even the sky became like blood and there's still the silence...
Bill was one of the few humans who resisted to the 3rd World War, kneeling down on a pile of corpses he kept searching for survivors, refusing to admit he was the last of a specie.
In the last few months he covered miles of fields, with no luck at all, every single partner of him had been tortured and killed. He even had mutilated his left leg, but once again, he refused to give up, there's still hope!...
"Hold On, Pain Ends. That's the meaning of hope!" he kept reminding himself.
With his binoculars Bill found a, aparently, dying body wrapped in a white sheet, he was laying back on some kind of trench made of human pieces and he was staring at the sky, as if he was waiting for something to happen.
"That peace of mind, is almost insane!" Bill deduced "Or maybe it's just a fella who believes in the great power of our Lord!"
Analysing the trails between them, Bill noticed that the fella was missing one leg, his right one.
"I know how that feels buddy, let me help you!" Bill told to himself, gazing at his mutilated leg.
With some difficulty, Bill began to crawl towards the place where the fella was.
Wrong move Bill, compassion is the worse mistake you can make during a war. Some voice whispered between the corpses.
Finally reaching for the high spot, completly exposed to the enemy, Bill asked with a smile of victory on his face "How're you feeling, fella? My name is Bill." he raised his hand to shook the guy's hand, however he didn't make a single move, not even his face was full-filled of surprise or any kind of that emotions.
"Concorde." he sighed, looking sort of annoyed, maybe because of the world, maybe because of Billy, perhaps because of nothing or even everything!
"Watch out!" a pure, melodic eight year-old girl voice screamed.
Immediatly, Bill turned around, grabbed an old, rusty shield and positioned himself in a way that the three of them could be shielded from the open-fire.
"It seems like, we have new guests to join the party, what do you th..." Bill gasped, interrupting his own phrase, right when a cold, icy hand got into his skeleton and flesh, grabbing his heart while consuming his soul in every heartbeat.
Never turn your back to the enemy... the statement echoed throught the air.
Bill turned into ashes, on the other hand Concorde's right leg had regenerated. Gaining, one more time, his original balance, Concorde snuggled into the lil 8 year-old child, protecting her from the bullets flying through the air.
"Enough!" his deep, terrifying voice break through the air, within several balls of flames.
Turning his back to the decomposing bodies, he held the hand of the young miss and both of them walked away.
A war's photographer capture this moment...
A man close to thirty years old, with tan skin covered of burn marks and ashes and wearing dark, shabby, old clothes, holding a eight years old girl's hand, with her immaculate, light skin and wearing a long white dress, too big for her small body.
'Remember deary, everything comes with a price!...'
Bill was one of the few humans who resisted to the 3rd World War, kneeling down on a pile of corpses he kept searching for survivors, refusing to admit he was the last of a specie.
In the last few months he covered miles of fields, with no luck at all, every single partner of him had been tortured and killed. He even had mutilated his left leg, but once again, he refused to give up, there's still hope!...
"Hold On, Pain Ends. That's the meaning of hope!" he kept reminding himself.
With his binoculars Bill found a, aparently, dying body wrapped in a white sheet, he was laying back on some kind of trench made of human pieces and he was staring at the sky, as if he was waiting for something to happen.
"That peace of mind, is almost insane!" Bill deduced "Or maybe it's just a fella who believes in the great power of our Lord!"
Analysing the trails between them, Bill noticed that the fella was missing one leg, his right one.
"I know how that feels buddy, let me help you!" Bill told to himself, gazing at his mutilated leg.
With some difficulty, Bill began to crawl towards the place where the fella was.
Wrong move Bill, compassion is the worse mistake you can make during a war. Some voice whispered between the corpses.
Finally reaching for the high spot, completly exposed to the enemy, Bill asked with a smile of victory on his face "How're you feeling, fella? My name is Bill." he raised his hand to shook the guy's hand, however he didn't make a single move, not even his face was full-filled of surprise or any kind of that emotions.
"Concorde." he sighed, looking sort of annoyed, maybe because of the world, maybe because of Billy, perhaps because of nothing or even everything!
"Watch out!" a pure, melodic eight year-old girl voice screamed.
Immediatly, Bill turned around, grabbed an old, rusty shield and positioned himself in a way that the three of them could be shielded from the open-fire.
"It seems like, we have new guests to join the party, what do you th..." Bill gasped, interrupting his own phrase, right when a cold, icy hand got into his skeleton and flesh, grabbing his heart while consuming his soul in every heartbeat.
Never turn your back to the enemy... the statement echoed throught the air.
Bill turned into ashes, on the other hand Concorde's right leg had regenerated. Gaining, one more time, his original balance, Concorde snuggled into the lil 8 year-old child, protecting her from the bullets flying through the air.
"Enough!" his deep, terrifying voice break through the air, within several balls of flames.
Turning his back to the decomposing bodies, he held the hand of the young miss and both of them walked away.
A war's photographer capture this moment...
A man close to thirty years old, with tan skin covered of burn marks and ashes and wearing dark, shabby, old clothes, holding a eight years old girl's hand, with her immaculate, light skin and wearing a long white dress, too big for her small body.
'Remember deary, everything comes with a price!...'
sábado, 9 de fevereiro de 2013
Bad Joke - 8.02.13
It was Friday, the last day of classes before the mini-holidays of Carnival.
It was, definitely, a good day for doing a Math test, for some morning classes and ending with a guitar lesson.
The weather was nice, ranging between 4.ºC and 16.ºC, the sun was shinning brightly behind a few scattered clouds and the wind was easy.
Rinnah masked herself as a Fallen Angel, along with her best friend and both of them made their usual walk around the school gardens.
All the breaks between lessons were filled up with radio station emissions, and thanks to that the Stalker Girls couldn't check up their targets.
Both of them were wearing a black dress with white coats (simulating their angelic wings), a flower on their dark hair and a black necklace shaped as a heart.
Inside the radio station, the only light came from two tiny windows above the doors, from the computer and all the radio sound equipments.
Teenagers were enjoying the pleasure of the decibels floating through their ears and having fun watching one of the PewDiePie's videos (where he plays The Slender game), while, all of a sudden, the guys from the production center came in with a camera and started recording the girls.
"What the hell?" the best friends said in unison and looked into each other eyes, trying to find a reason for what was happening, "... PewDiePie!".
It was, definitely, a good day for doing a Math test, for some morning classes and ending with a guitar lesson.
The weather was nice, ranging between 4.ºC and 16.ºC, the sun was shinning brightly behind a few scattered clouds and the wind was easy.
Rinnah masked herself as a Fallen Angel, along with her best friend and both of them made their usual walk around the school gardens.
All the breaks between lessons were filled up with radio station emissions, and thanks to that the Stalker Girls couldn't check up their targets.
Both of them were wearing a black dress with white coats (simulating their angelic wings), a flower on their dark hair and a black necklace shaped as a heart.
Inside the radio station, the only light came from two tiny windows above the doors, from the computer and all the radio sound equipments.
Teenagers were enjoying the pleasure of the decibels floating through their ears and having fun watching one of the PewDiePie's videos (where he plays The Slender game), while, all of a sudden, the guys from the production center came in with a camera and started recording the girls.
"What the hell?" the best friends said in unison and looked into each other eyes, trying to find a reason for what was happening, "... PewDiePie!".
One of her targets (who the girls called PewDiePie) was just standing there, staring at them (as usual).
One of the guys opened the transparent door and said "Thanks for your colaboration!" and left along with the other ones.
Emma freaked out, close to tears (she didn't feel confortable with being recorded). Rinnah hugged her tightly and told her to calm down. The ladies were still in shock when the guys got into the room, once again.
"Hmmmm, do you have the keys for..." Rinnah threw him the keys "... why thank you, and by the way I was recording!" he smirked and noticed that Emma's eyes were wet "Show time is over guys!" they turned around and got out; PewDiePie kept switching his gaze between the two ladies and held it 'till the door was closed.
Rinnah tangled her pinky around Emma's finger and murmured "He'll pay!"
*
Classes were over, Math test was a piece of pie and Emma was waiting for her mom alongside with Rinnah. Their peripheral vision caught PewDiePie just a few meters away. And by telepathy they engendered an evil plan of revenge.
The young ladies bypassed the central building willing to come upon him by behind, however Emma confessed "'S Okay, you don't have to make him pay..." Rinnah, confused, asked for an explanation and they decided to just walk on the opposite direction.
"Fine, I let you win this time, but instead of PewDiePie inside your cake, you're going to have a very original candles made of cute green eyes." Emma giggled and Rinnah smiled, knowing that her best friend was feeling better.
But not everything was a peaceful sea full of red roses, it seems like the curse turned against the apprentice. In other words, PewDiePie was right behind them.
"Pinch me, Emma!" Rinnah begged.
Raising an eyebrow "Do explain."
"Well, or i'm becoming mad or PewDiePie is the one doing the stalking, now." Rinnah pointed out and tilted her head slightly in his direction.
Both of them hurried up to round the corner to make sure he really was following them.
The first stare might be a coincidence;
The second it means something;
More than five times and following around school, is way too much suspicious!
"I never expected to say this, but..." Rinnah began to say "... today the world is upside down?" Emma finished her best friend's thought.
More than five times and following around school, is way too much suspicious!
"I never expected to say this, but..." Rinnah began to say "... today the world is upside down?" Emma finished her best friend's thought.
Rinnah winked at her "Exactly!"
sexta-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2013
Greek Mythology
"In greek mythology, humans back then had 2 heads, 4 arms and 4 legs, fearing their power, Zeus split them in half and had them spend there whole life searching for each other"
Legend says, the ones who lose the person that are meant to be together, are cursed to endure a love that will never be.
And that's where the sleeping curse come from.
A trip to the underworld.
A place full of mirrors where you can see the several yourselves and underneath... the flames,
the burning souls of the DEAD!
Just one rescue: True Love's Kiss!
Legend says, the ones who lose the person that are meant to be together, are cursed to endure a love that will never be.
And that's where the sleeping curse come from.
A trip to the underworld.
A place full of mirrors where you can see the several yourselves and underneath... the flames,
the burning souls of the DEAD!
Just one rescue: True Love's Kiss!
Chuang Tzu and the butterfly
"Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chou. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. Between a man and a butterfly there is necessarily a distinction. The transition is called the transformation of material things."
Am I awake, am I dreaming or I am somewhere in between? How can I tell apart dreams from reality?
What if I'm dreaming that I'm awake? How real does us and the world seem?
How can I know that the world we call real is, after all, a virtual one?
After all, who am I? What is reality? What is knowledge?
Quotations sourced to the book known as Zhuangzi
What if I'm dreaming that I'm awake? How real does us and the world seem?
How can I know that the world we call real is, after all, a virtual one?
After all, who am I? What is reality? What is knowledge?
No Ordinary Sunday
It was a foggy Sunday night, with the moon half hidden in the dark and half revealed; everything was quite still, not even the branches of trees dared to move, in the silent twilight, afraid that might hear their creak of branches.
Hedgehogs rushed into their underground burrows nomming delightly their small tiny flying preys, fireflies, a divine meal that just the lucky, cunning ones catch; daylight birds snuggled down to their nests, while the offsprings started to drift away, the parents kept an eye on the dangers hidden in the darkened wood.
Robin took a long bubbled bath, after eating a veggie pie, plus chips with ice tea, warm soup and a red apple at the end of her afternoon meal.
In front of the mirror, she combed her long straight light brown hair while gazing at the curves of her seventeen year-old body, her gaze lingered on the scar she had on her right knee, recalling her child memories when she used to play with her cousins at their new, although un-finished, house where she stumbled on one of the countless building materials scattered all over the floor, her eyes kept following her body shapes untill meeting two dark shiny spots, below them, there were three slight freckles on both of her cheeks.
A noise coming from the roof startled her, she landed the comb on her bedside table, opened the window and walked into the balcony barefoot, just wearing shorts and a top. Leaning against the grating, a fella looked down, with his feet tangled on the roof, and his hoodie covering half of his face.
"Ohai love, are you headed to some dangerous adventures in such a lovely night?" he purposed, realising a warm cloud of water vapour which vanished in the cold air, at the last day of January.
"How many times do I have to tell you, not to sneak into my balcony like that?" she remind him, disguising a grin on her face, as she went to wear a jeans and a sweatshirt.
*
A group of five teens journeyed deep into the local woods, trying to satisfy the enourmous desire of adrenalin in their blood. The several paths seemed all the same under the slight moonlight, and so the teens got themselves lost, surrounded by the unknown.
Something was lurking in the dark, a light in the middle of such darkness, they stopped and stared, delighted by the view of thousands fireflies with their eerie glow, but they weren't alone.
Beneath some bushes, there was a half corpse of a twenty year-old lady and the look in her bloody eyes was terrifying. The teens started stepping back, trying not to panic, "We found the other half of the missing person."
On the background a wolf howl sounded through the air, adrenalin started rushing into their veins and insanity began to settle their minds and just like frightening sheeps they turned their back to the predator and ran madly towards the civilization.
Although someone was left behind, someone couldn't run away from the darkness inside her soul...
*
Pouring rain was falling down on Earth, washing the sins away and blessing the praying and devoted people.
Robin was curled up in some light green blankets, they seemed shine and new, as if they were made a few minutes ago; she was laying on a bed-couch which the years were quite visible; on her left, there was a long wooden dinner table on top of it, a red treat and warm tea were tempting her; on the other side of the darkened room, a fireplace carved in stone stood out from all the rest; the red, orange and yellow flames sorted some kind of hypnotize effect because she didn't even noticed on the other person resting on the same room as her.
The man probably was around his fourty, with his eyes hidden behind some old darkened glasses, the beard growing on his face had a couple of weeks age but he looked like that just had a haircut, he also was curled up on blankets, sipping tea from a cup and with an intriguing expression burning on his face.
"Ah, welcome. The tea is still warm, and your company is welcome on this dark, moonless night." he said waiting for an answer, but she said nothing, unless keeping a straight stare with him, "Tell me, what brings you to this place during these cold winters months? There is little to do in this town of ours."
She took a while to replied, however she was very clear about her answer "Curiosity, adrenalin and danger..."
"That it does. It is a close part of human nature as is fear of fire and the will to find air when we are drowing. It does lead to some marvelous inovations..." he glanced sideways across the gap towards Robin, before sipping from his cup.
"Without fear, there's no courage. Without will, there's no action." she said droningly as if she was still hypnotized, by the fireplace while he leaned sideways and picked up a dried log from a small pile, placing it within the hungry grasp, "After all, humans are just a bunch of sheeps pretending to be lions... Every place we see advanced tecnologies, while on the other hand there's still poor children starving to death and caught as well inside child traffic... CANNIBALS!" she externalized, fearing that those words of freedom might be her last.
He raised an eyebrow while glancing at Robin, but quickly retained an impassive expression, "Not everything is that black or white, everything floats as one in order to provide the right balance to our universe. Sheeps eat sheeps, lions eat sheeps and sheeps die trying to fed the illusion, that they are the real predators!" he confirmed, sitting back in his chair and folding his hands together.
She nodded agreeing with the old man, feeling now exhausted and dizzy "I'm going..." and turned her back towards the other room. He only dared to watch while she left and smiled quietly to himself, having enjoyed the conversation and the inspired thoughts of the young.
He heard the sound of a door closing, and everything was quiet again, except for the enchanted sound coming from the fireplace.
Hedgehogs rushed into their underground burrows nomming delightly their small tiny flying preys, fireflies, a divine meal that just the lucky, cunning ones catch; daylight birds snuggled down to their nests, while the offsprings started to drift away, the parents kept an eye on the dangers hidden in the darkened wood.
Robin took a long bubbled bath, after eating a veggie pie, plus chips with ice tea, warm soup and a red apple at the end of her afternoon meal.
In front of the mirror, she combed her long straight light brown hair while gazing at the curves of her seventeen year-old body, her gaze lingered on the scar she had on her right knee, recalling her child memories when she used to play with her cousins at their new, although un-finished, house where she stumbled on one of the countless building materials scattered all over the floor, her eyes kept following her body shapes untill meeting two dark shiny spots, below them, there were three slight freckles on both of her cheeks.
A noise coming from the roof startled her, she landed the comb on her bedside table, opened the window and walked into the balcony barefoot, just wearing shorts and a top. Leaning against the grating, a fella looked down, with his feet tangled on the roof, and his hoodie covering half of his face.
"Ohai love, are you headed to some dangerous adventures in such a lovely night?" he purposed, realising a warm cloud of water vapour which vanished in the cold air, at the last day of January.
"How many times do I have to tell you, not to sneak into my balcony like that?" she remind him, disguising a grin on her face, as she went to wear a jeans and a sweatshirt.
*
A group of five teens journeyed deep into the local woods, trying to satisfy the enourmous desire of adrenalin in their blood. The several paths seemed all the same under the slight moonlight, and so the teens got themselves lost, surrounded by the unknown.
Something was lurking in the dark, a light in the middle of such darkness, they stopped and stared, delighted by the view of thousands fireflies with their eerie glow, but they weren't alone.
Beneath some bushes, there was a half corpse of a twenty year-old lady and the look in her bloody eyes was terrifying. The teens started stepping back, trying not to panic, "We found the other half of the missing person."
On the background a wolf howl sounded through the air, adrenalin started rushing into their veins and insanity began to settle their minds and just like frightening sheeps they turned their back to the predator and ran madly towards the civilization.
Although someone was left behind, someone couldn't run away from the darkness inside her soul...
*
Pouring rain was falling down on Earth, washing the sins away and blessing the praying and devoted people.
Robin was curled up in some light green blankets, they seemed shine and new, as if they were made a few minutes ago; she was laying on a bed-couch which the years were quite visible; on her left, there was a long wooden dinner table on top of it, a red treat and warm tea were tempting her; on the other side of the darkened room, a fireplace carved in stone stood out from all the rest; the red, orange and yellow flames sorted some kind of hypnotize effect because she didn't even noticed on the other person resting on the same room as her.
The man probably was around his fourty, with his eyes hidden behind some old darkened glasses, the beard growing on his face had a couple of weeks age but he looked like that just had a haircut, he also was curled up on blankets, sipping tea from a cup and with an intriguing expression burning on his face.
"Ah, welcome. The tea is still warm, and your company is welcome on this dark, moonless night." he said waiting for an answer, but she said nothing, unless keeping a straight stare with him, "Tell me, what brings you to this place during these cold winters months? There is little to do in this town of ours."
She took a while to replied, however she was very clear about her answer "Curiosity, adrenalin and danger..."
"That it does. It is a close part of human nature as is fear of fire and the will to find air when we are drowing. It does lead to some marvelous inovations..." he glanced sideways across the gap towards Robin, before sipping from his cup.
"Without fear, there's no courage. Without will, there's no action." she said droningly as if she was still hypnotized, by the fireplace while he leaned sideways and picked up a dried log from a small pile, placing it within the hungry grasp, "After all, humans are just a bunch of sheeps pretending to be lions... Every place we see advanced tecnologies, while on the other hand there's still poor children starving to death and caught as well inside child traffic... CANNIBALS!" she externalized, fearing that those words of freedom might be her last.
He raised an eyebrow while glancing at Robin, but quickly retained an impassive expression, "Not everything is that black or white, everything floats as one in order to provide the right balance to our universe. Sheeps eat sheeps, lions eat sheeps and sheeps die trying to fed the illusion, that they are the real predators!" he confirmed, sitting back in his chair and folding his hands together.
She nodded agreeing with the old man, feeling now exhausted and dizzy "I'm going..." and turned her back towards the other room. He only dared to watch while she left and smiled quietly to himself, having enjoyed the conversation and the inspired thoughts of the young.
He heard the sound of a door closing, and everything was quiet again, except for the enchanted sound coming from the fireplace.
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