My Prickly Rose

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2010-05-27T00:06:00.003+02:00

A trip to nowhere, with someone I don't know...

To go so far away from home.

From the seashore my mind colours everything...

To rest so far away from here...

And I can't even scream your name

To call for you when

My mind is going down again...

I don't know If we're really there...

I cannot change

What I can't even explain.

In the time

I know not when.

In the place

I do not know where.

Now the mist

Covers everything...

The curtain has fallen

Over you and me.

Excuse me, darling, if you can't hear my voice...

Sometimes it feels I talk alone.

A freezing moment, to find out your cold hand,

To walk away and walk away...

And I can't even say I'm real.

Sometimes I'm not here

When you turn your soul to me...

In the time

I know not when.

In the place

I do not know where.

Now a mist

Covers everything.

The curtain has fallen

Over you and me.

Enter my mind
Leave us all alone
Do not hear what they talk.
Once I felt you.

Now I can't feel myself.
Agony takes my soul and says...

If you were here.

LyraGothe,,

Another dead tree

2009-09-11T14:49:00.003+02:00

Dreadful, lonely memories I keep.
Still solitary, sad... Solitary as me.
I've taken fligh above a giant tree
Of Angel's feathers and Evil's leaves.

O, giant God who lies under my feet,
As I buried you, I was born in me.
I've taken my precious freedom to see
What's hidden behind all the beauty you hid.

I shout'd to something that shone in the sky,
And a haze appear'd in the soil, and the eyes
Still blind as you brought 'em here to survive
They still blee, 'cause they see all the misery we have.

LyraGothe,,

Growing up

2009-02-22T02:34:00.006+01:00

When you're a child, you think that everything comes from a tree.

Then when you grow, you learn that you're the one who must sow that tree. Later, you know that tree grows from a seed. When you grow up a little more, you realize that the tree grows differently depending the season in which you've sowed it. Time after, you learn that not every soil is optimum for every tree.

And when you became old, you know that not everything comes from a tree. And you've wasted your time sowing.

Writing letters to no one.

2009-02-15T01:00:00.002+01:00

Dear you,
Daring me.

Thinking you'd reply...
And you did
Ignoring all I cry.

I wasted my time
Painting the words
I wanted you to say
But you hate my art.

I failed.

But soon I will dance,
Leaving all behind
Staring at Sun
From the dark.
And no one will read
The letters I'll write.
My dear...
I'll fly.

Dear you,
Daring me.

Behind that rock I learnt
How to be
a "full of misery".

Feeling how your
Sun still shines.
The same old dance
Which I denied.

Disharmony awoke,
The day I lost,
The will I will...
Give up.

And soon I will dance,
Leaving you behind
Staring at Sun
From my dark.
And no one will read
The letters I've write.
My dear...
Goodbye.

My Sweet Dark Home

2009-02-03T23:33:00.005+01:00

No,
no matters how far,
I've sailed with my thoughs

You're soaring the pain inside...

While I weep,
In every tear,
Staring at me.

Bathed in crimson seas...

And I won't
Keep looking for
Stars in this cold...

Night in which my sorrow becomes...

My sweet Dark Home.
My Love,
Broken while I...

Run,
Away from the sun.
Fate: this dust;

The ashes of love's eternal flame,

Dead by your shame,
Cursed by my blame,

Blessed to late for a filthy light,

Which sparkled in vain,
And failed in my...

Tortured soil and begs for a breath...

Within this lie.
... My skin.

LyraGothe,,

Loveless

2009-01-16T19:44:00.002+01:00

My daybreak seems dead
A picture of unfullfilled dreams,
Hung up in a wall of pain
A vein which constantly bleeds!

So I let fear take care of me,
Neither love, nor hope came here.
My daring pride died within!

And I run Away in the soil of sin!

No, really, I have no choice...
Anyhow... It's over.
Pain lies away in restless guilt...
And as ocean without sky,
My whole life hovers
And I cry again for the loss inside.

My life... It ends with the neverending sorrow...
Lost, now.
And I feel how the moon devours my emptyness...

Selfish, 'cause I keep you
In every dream.
Forever to stay
Here with me!

And over and over again
This failure turns into sick
Filthing, my dearest wish.

No really, I have no choice...
Anyhow... It's over.
Pain lies away in restless guilt...
And as ocean without sky,
My whole life hovers
And my starving soul now cries for you!

"And the humans will dance around filthy pollen,
while God coughs up the blood he has stolen.
Their empty lifes will survive as a falling,
while a bitch on their mind looks out for black honey.

And the world wouldn't be as a garden,
because you wouldnt be as a flower
because your soul with their cold with cower
And your life would be a heavier burden."

LyraGothe,,

Just like Hell

2008-12-24T19:04:00.003+01:00

My dear...

Spring dies in time where darkness blind.
No eyes, no voice, no one feels the call.
Closer now, my hope's grave
Buried alone with those lies...

A dream fade away... while a wall from Heaven fell...

A prison, my death.
Cold crimson state
Why have I to see these gates?

My dear... I said
I would give you breathe,
And I wept...
Promising you the Hell.

The best secret kept ever
Dying in my prayer
So far away from the sun...

My skin burns in the fire,
And guilt lives as a burden
In the fire of death...
Just like Hell.

To remind that dreams
Won't never be forgotten,
As the fire of death...
Just like Hell.

And hurting as heart
Pounds in my soul
As the fire of death...
Just like Hell.

LyraGothe,,

Crystal asphyxia

2008-12-10T23:13:00.010+01:00

Hatred betrayed in ye hearts o'slavery,
Insightful thy end, filthy sight.
Denied my dream as I entered thy lie,
The ebony clock of their fate
... cracked.

This boiling black blood on this scar;
remember that wind blown in the wrong side...
The tortured laugh of this crime
Murdered our souls, now we burn in our flight!

This empty soil where we weep...
The earth in our hands...
Please, let me be a carrier of grief!
Let me spread this germ!

Die in our dying, in mankind's madness
Belch out the fire which is burning inside!
Curse them to eternal drowning in their vanity!
Let us love our brief sin...

"And thou -forever forsaken-
wilt cry in the embrace of the night...
And the moon in your hands will survive."

LyraGothe,,

And now...

2008-12-09T00:19:00.003+01:00

Now...? Everything ends...

The fallen leaves of those trees, they remind me where we end... Where we begin. Every feeling I've felt, it ends in a memory, a flash in the memory... The beauty of the enchanted moon, the wide ocean in front of me.

The wind blows more today; It forgets everything on his way... The poisoned flowers, -of course-... Nothing less than my heart fading away, again and again...

LyraGothe,,

Walking the void

2008-11-09T23:38:00.002+01:00

The swirl of obscurity,
it muted my life...
As another soaring,
to eternity,
to die.

In that corner,
How many tears I cried,
to let bloom that flower,
solitude,
they call it that.

-Among those ghost-
Suffering, but still soul-alive,
still alone, still divine.
His cold lips kissed my life,
-Then I get lost-.

I will put out each word,
that stain this night white.
Diamond features among,
every shade in crystal night.

I will cry under the rain,
In the fearest cold,
I will play.
For every sin,
I will die.
and in that stream,
I will fade away.

LyraGothe,,

We sail...

2008-10-29T16:50:00.002+01:00

A word glimmers among the mist.
The cold winter freezes the time.
Too many feelings; a tempting sin.
An early though; your glazed eyes.

Even ethereal birds curse me,
But I don't believe it.
Red wine; Black majesty.
Black wine for this sin.

Let life remember;
Take that moon,
our dream of amber,
and turn it gloom.
Turn it real,
Because I wish you.

I sail.... on seas of naivety.
Unconscious of reality.
You said... long better.
Still I don't believe in faith,
But I praise for thee.
In my soul, your grace.

Then I sail alone.
Strong winds remember me,
They remind me
Where I belong.

Not here anymore...

Lyra Gothe,,

There's no limit

2008-10-23T16:45:00.003+02:00

No place for soul. There's no place for soul. No soil for heart. There is a chalice to the blood that hands shed, screaming for the inner-pain which is killing her minds. Their sorrowful faces, lighting the darkness of their sadness. Living just with a failed love, and just for that failed love... Even in woe proudly of being the ones. They like obscurity, they like their purity, their sorrow and the screams of the heart- and silence... Because they don't dream about being only humans, so they fight for their hope.

Even I was tired... my wings... they blew soaring to the moon, with her beatiful melancholy and pain, seeking for my hope.

Child, you've become a God. I love your beauty as much as your faults. Don't stop flying to the infinity...

Lyra Gothe,,

My abandonned poem...

2008-10-19T00:35:00.009+02:00

White... thoughs and thoughs
life that cries after laughs...
and loves... your smile.

A broken ease...
A chaos in disguise...
A blackness lit by tears.
Another hopeless lovely times...

Faithful even in dreams.
My Lord, my beauty Prince...
I'll bath in your tears,
I'll kiss you when you scream...

There's no sin by your side,
but magic...
Star, shine forever,
this sky is all yours...

Sing up that canticle, heart,
Sing up that canticle again...
Sing it louder than silence.
Sing alone that canticle...

That silence killed me once.
That solitude sickened me,
as she's doing now...

I've desobey the night...
Just to be yours...
For you, to be mine.

Even your flower is longer
more beatiful that mine...
Maybe it's 'cause I pull
all the petals off...
Asking them if you love me.
Even I knew you don't...

Proudly I'm bleak,
Sadly I'm just thorns,
I'm weak...
I'm alone...
Sick because of your eyes...
Dying because of your soul.

LyraGothe,,

Let it go

2008-10-12T01:14:00.003+02:00

Don not tell us what to do.

Let us be the ones. The ones who play with mistery.

Let us create fantasy. Curse the time.

Let me see. Let me see there, that slumber, that beautiful darkness.

And what about the gulls? They'll fly away. As we do. As we believe in magic.

Let it change. What about the diamonds, the ones that shine in this neverending night?

And then... What about the night? Curse the light. We are the shine.

Let us fly away. You obey to you Lord.

We'll be here, maybe there, under our own control.

Crying behind the mist.

Because every day is a day, night is just as a dream.

And what about the soul? Let it go... She never loses the way of her Lord.

My Prickly Rose

2008-10-03T23:42:00.004+02:00

This is a sculpture I made a few months ago. It's My Prickly Rose. I don't know the reason for what I did it. I think art is the reason.

But I have another reason. Rose, represent the beauty. The thorns the obstacles. To take the beauty of the rose, we must bleed because of the thorns.

So sometimes is really hard to hold it. But don't give up. Every think I feel I write it.

This one, is a painting of Ultimecia. I made it a few years ago... When I was young. Is Ártemis, the Godess of the Hunting, Agriculture and of the moon (even later, the Godess of the moon was Selene and Artemis lost this honor :P). Just make art and be creative. Let your soul dominate your mind. And your heart, feel it. Never blame it.

"Show me a worker with big dreams, and in him you'll find a man who can change the history. Show me a man without dreams, and in him you'll find a simple worker." B.Shaw

A monster as a sickness

2008-10-01T23:00:00.002+02:00

"Butterflies, a lot of dark butterflies flying over mi soul."

Will be darker this darkness? Oh, monster, oh monster o'mine. I hate you so much. Why you love me? Or why you hate me? 'Cause I feel like an angel was taking care of me, but he cannot fight against you. Hate+Love is not zero. Leave me alone then... I don't need you, no anymore. I want to open my eyes and see that there's something more. There is always sadness, confusion, anguish... But there's something more... I'm tired of shout when nobody is listening. I'm tired of listen when nobody is shouting. Dissapear monster, dissapear. Forget this soul and join another world. I will always keep flying. Of course I will. Just a breathe... Just a breathe...

Angel of desire, thanks for being here. You must know that I'll build up a new place with your magic, for you to come as a wanderer or as a God.

Sail in my dreams

2008-09-25T22:24:00.007+02:00

This leads to an endless way until I wish to know your name; I want to shout it when anguish becomes light. The blood of your soul is as anesthesia; your look as my shelter. What is the color of your eyes? Be my faith, sparkling smile. Be the last, the last one who forgives this angel of desire. Think not that the beast is at home -cause am I your beast, and can't leave you alone- but don't see it. So don't fear. Know not that is me. Thanks for these wings. Dissapear into light, and join me in blackness. Be my hope and my fear, my silence, my screams; your fire I will be-as I am now- so just burn in passion, and be careful. Think that fear is longer than pain; that brain is just a tool. My soul, your soul, this gloom, your eyes, our moon. There's nothing realer that me and you.

Lyra Gothe,,

Dreaming in my madness

2008-09-20T04:02:00.003+02:00

Tearing myself apart with a sick blaze.

Cannot see the rain
when my eyes are still blinded
with his divine haze.

Only a iron shadow bathed in crimsons sleeps.

I'll be there... maybe.
'Cause you won't... But might be...
Heaven.

Stop it now.
Or follow me...

The creech of the heart cannot be silent anymore.
So hear it! Blame it!
Bless it! Then curse it with your faked smile.
Let it survive, just for be blessed
With your loner soul existence.

'Cause have your tears,
Is long better than keep my happiness.
Because your sadness...
Is the furthest way I can reach.

"Until that, two eyes walk the night. Hand in hand. With
a wonderful creation. They flower they soar, now grows
beatiful -as their love-. He's feeling like a little King; his
little princess follows the trail of his breathe. "I'll always
be here", was the promise in their fire. Everything to
share, nothing to lose."
But now, just tears to shed.

The soul joint ends in a dead dream, even waiting to be dreamt.

Fill the void again, nothing to lose, neither to gain. Just nothing.

Lyra Gothe,,

Arting everything

2008-09-17T02:05:00.004+02:00

Burn.

Burn.

Burn in this passion.

Feel the flames of your own soul.
Fill your smile with art.

Believe in magic. Burn in magic. Ask for what you deserves. Nothing less. That's art.

Live in secret, and your undercover will be more valuable. Say my name when you want, because I can always hear you. That's art.

Go ahead with your dreams. You'll have blessing if you don't disturb anyone. Don't never open your eyes if you are happy. Then smile. That's art

Feel alone. Feel sad. Be a friend of that mysterious spirit called solitude. But if you wish it, have it. That's art, because you want it to be art.

"Solitude is a good friend, but it cannot make you laught. Don't believe with faith, believe with certainty." Dedicated to Agent Dale Cooper

Lyra Gothe,,

Burn in thy eyes

2008-09-14T04:42:00.005+02:00

Oh, Lord...
How far I've walked for your blessing.
With no rest, my Lord.

I ran gloomy nights,
under the rain of desire,
I've slept in those wells
So lost in your maze...
With no rest, Lord o' mine.

I've seen how deep is truth
how much far is that light...
How the lie
can stain your soul,
your eyes...

So please,
kiss this sword,
my beauty Lord,
fill this void with your proud.
Make me free.

I need you, so do it
Just silence my screams,
-as you took my soul-

Bless again the tears,
all over my skin.
Do it, my Lord.

Then cry our name.

Lyra Gothe,,

She in you.

2008-09-11T03:19:00.012+02:00

Just filled as an empty paper,
with scrawls,
with no-law,
just a soul
with her nature.

Just a rapture of dreams,
a shade
a "maybe will be..."
what she feels,
can't be explained.

Can't by that way.

In that rock, she sleeps.
She draws in, in that rock.
Light can't stop hurting, she
looked in vain,
at every drop...
Did you see the rain?
She could feel the pain,
in every drop... That fell

Look her eyes...
as they bliss you.
Look your eyes...
as you missed you

In that way.

In your soul, she was born,
with your grace,
with no-face
Will you try to find her?
I know that you won't...

Won't this way.

Lyra Gothe,,

September; the longest Sunday of the year

2008-09-05T01:34:00.004+02:00

"September Ashes". Summer ends, a new season arrives. I think that they are things that everyone needs, just to change our lifes. Like someone said "If that scares you it's because you must try it", and I really thing that we must. We must to have valour to have choices. By the way, this is the second time I read "The Alchemist". The Personal Legend. All of us have one, our big dream, our biggest fight. Damn it! We are fighting again. Like the most of the time, against us.
A lot of times I want to stop, and say a "shut up!" to my head. But it doesn't make anything. Damn it again! I must live with it.

"You need chaos in yout soul to give birth to a dancing star" Friedrich Nietzsche

The part which broke

2008-08-28T00:18:00.006+02:00

"I know that they want to jail you. The want to materialyze you. I know you want to be free; there's a place to save you. You just seek for ease... Solitude is your weapon... Abyss of kharma... Don't be afraid of your silence, soul."

A story with pages pulled out by the guffaws of life, which laughted on their backs. You won't cry for anything; Neither me. I will cry for me, and for the sick dreams that are already dead... here... All is desert. I wake in a new exile, a new game. A new prision in time without end... I wonder what you dream about... without me. Will you come to save me of this dry land? Where only dwell poisoned flowers, and if you live alone; you'll die harvesting. I know that you can, oh life o' mine... Kill me. And maybe tomorrow I'll feel alive. Will you have valour? I think I won't... This melody fade away if any accordion needs it anymore. Musical... I want a new theatre for play the musical of sorrow... of the so much... and of the how much time... of the essence of the valour and the blindfolding of ignorance, heart... don't waste feelings... Maybe you'll need them later, and I know you'll run away because of coward and blind.

"I would like to have an parallel universe to build up in it castles which don't break whit the weakness of joy... I would like to stop dreaming about fly... and fall down."

I want to transmit to hundreds of lost souls this sickness

2008-08-21T23:56:00.010+02:00

So... it's sad. But sometimes I think that is better. I don't know why. At least when I'm sad I'm in tranquillity. People upset me a lot sometimes... I don't know. It's just like everything had always to come to a bad end, and being this way I fell that at least I know what I feel and nobody can take me this off. It's a double-edged sword. Because life is not to live it this way... but that's who I am. And I am unable to forget it. I don't want their unhappy joy... I prefer my happy sadness.

Love, is the worst thief; he has stealing our freedom for years and nobody knows where he concealed it.

Stupid rigid structure... only thinks in sink.

Fairy Gale

2008-08-10T00:03:00.015+02:00

"I live in a world of metal rocked by equals, a pair of clumsy guys, and a real life."

I've built a fortress in the air
and lost the war against the sadness.
When I fell, I got that sickness
which blinds me, which torments me,
which weakens me...
Would you lend me your wings...
...to be free?

I know that I'll remember my dreams,
but the day I abandon them will be.
This stupid melancholy as a dirty glass in me.
A tear to bleed and a frozen smile to give.

Just for a moment I felt hopeful.
Just for a moment...
Now I'm bleeding with this prickly rose.
In halfway, away.
I saw that stifling sky over my soul... again.

An empty book of tore out-pages
of mystical forgotten tales.
Another wail, another wall with another pain.
Another tear to shed so far away...

So far away... from there.

I know that I'll remember my dreams,
But the day I abandon them will be.
This stupid melancholy as a dirty glass in me.
A tear to bleed and a frozen smile to give.

-All that love void,
once filled...
but not anymore.

I wish to fly, yet I'm swimming

2008-08-06T22:43:00.007+02:00

"And day came with a new throne. It brought a new King. I was there and said: "I won't adore him...""

I get up drawned. I thought about all that light shinning in the night. How it blinded me. All the reasons that were hidden in that ray. That chain made me feel sick inside. Now, I see. But all I can see saddens me... Like mice in their own mousetrap. Worried about the fading sun until they die in their own lie. They get wet in the rain of the confusion cloud which emanate of their ill hearts. Money brings power; power brings misery. I think that I'm lost here. All illusions dying, heart fading... No helping hand that wishes to fly... Always away... The moon is hidden, but I reject the sun. A huge night of out stars and muted wind. A sad soul, but not blinded with lies.

Empty summer for an empty look.

Too lie to be truth

2008-08-03T00:56:00.007+02:00

It's really a day?

"Hmph... mankind... a cesspit of hatred and lies! Fight for them, then, and die for their sins!" (Dracula, Castlevania Symphony of The Night)

I won't cry for anyone. I won't cry for anything. I'll just cry for me. I will bleed for my proud, for my soul. Ignorance blinds. Wisdorn just looks away. Mass never lead a soul, maybe a mind, and a lot of minds... Leading with their lies, everyone knows it, anyone minds it; but all will be forgotten. Would you bow down your head to be happy? You will love your chains, you'll create a sad hapiness. Your passion is dead. Your love is starving... These tears will let something grow far away from here. I will love my night, and my tears. I will love my solitude, even if it hurts... Because your hopeless joy... It's not for me.

Do you know the esence of your blood?

Broken

2008-07-29T16:24:00.011+02:00

"Cuddle ended. Sky is fallin' over you. But if you love him, tell him. It tastes like rose and ice."

"I wonder what she dreams about..."
So close... so far away from there. I feel that something behind this curtain is broken. It begun to beat faster, faster than the dreams that has inside. The gates are closed to a new paradise and the only feeling seems dead. Calling for a new time, a new scenary where play this sad dance. In fear... in each corner where darkness is haunting. It makes me need it... Because all I can see and reach for it's not by my side. I think that it was there... and I wept when I opened my eyes. Living nowhere. But you are always here...
"...To keep you safe when you are scared."

Life is exhausting when the only thing which makes you happy is running away from reality.

The seat of dried trees

2008-07-24T16:16:00.009+02:00

Cold day.

"¿Kiss? ¿Tenderness? Too much sweetness for an only verse..."

Wandering my wasted hope...
Filling this void with my lonely eyes.
When you kept alive my life
I'd just died... for yours.

Nocturnal birds... fly away
Reach for peace in the shade.

Can I find harmony?

Opening my weeping eyes in grief
Dreaming the Paradise you drew with me.

Tears go out to dance with ghosts.
Ghosts of souls that died in love.
Seeking for a place they hide their pain.
All those; they cry in vain

Nocturnal birds... fly away
Reach for peace in the shade.

Can I find harmony?

Will you come to protect me?
This soil is empty...
Only feeded by the tears I shed.
Why had you to go... away?

You've killed my hope...!
You've enhaced my love...!
Then wrecked this empty heart
Curse to be forever... alone.

Are you still crying?
Life has not mercy...
I'm clearing in darkness.
Let me sleep...

Will I find harmony?

A tree with iced fruits

2008-07-23T00:55:00.010+02:00

This day

"Bird don't nest, nor alight in the branches yet. Already anyone comes to sing 'em the lullabys which maked them sleep."

And one life cries when one dream dies. And the dream dies when there is no hope which keeps it up. Where does the hope that we create in our failed creations go? Will exist any place where we can find all that one day we've forsaken? And if it's true that oblivion does not exist, but ignorance. Why is so hard learn to ignore? We know that we can create ourselves believing in that we want to be, but we still haven't learned that we cannot change the world. We haven't learned to live with this guilty conscience either. The best thing we can do is escape. We let go out our dreams to prove that we're still alive in them even we feel that something dies daily inside us. Every time when an ilusion switches off, every time when a passion switches off... We can only escape. We know what is write under a iced tree of delusion, the value of a tear... Maybe we neither learn to ignore, nor to escape. Maybe we haven't time enought to learn to live either. Why am I this way? Because I don't find a place to rest. Because I want to change this world and every day I lose, I cry and I wish... Maybe I won't come to the end. But I'm owner of my magic. And of my best wish. In darkness, in pain, in sorrow, and in ease.

Dedicated to the Man with a God soul.

Who programmed me?

2008-07-19T02:56:00.007+02:00

One day.

"You will change your way when all of your senses burn in the fire in which you will burn away."

You'll came out in the saddest sunsets. You'll return to smile from the obscurity. You'll find for a place to run away. And you'll came back with a new illusion. I know what I see. I know all there is. But I also know that there would be something more. That's the reason why I cannot stop seeking for it. And beacause of seek it, I forsake what I've already find out. I hate thinking that magic exists away from reality. I hate running away from reality and being happy with it. I don't know if it's really good search for so long. The only think I know is that life is too real, and magic is too tempting.

The problem is that I prefer looking at the mirror to looking through the window.

Behold the skies...

2008-07-18T01:20:00.008+02:00

Everyday.

"I know I didn't finish being that what I dreamt about, but now I have the wings which one day I dreamt with."

Another moment beholding doubt. Another submission against doubt. Today I see a new horizont where I can stare. I only need open my eyes. Ice froze passion. And something died inside of her. And something new was born. Within all bad things, there is something good, and in all good things there is always something bad. In void all was born. I'll always have a Paradise within reach of mine. And anybody can't take me this out. Always, when agony reigns in the core of the insanity, it will exist a little sanity in the agony of the heart. And that's the reason of the will. And because of that, tomorrow I will be. Maybe the dream will became life. At the moment, another day behind the glass of patience.

For Draconian. And its poet Anders Jacobsson. Forever My Kings. My Kingdom of ease.

We can't see 'cause they blind us with fright

2008-07-11T00:09:00.010+02:00

One absurd day in one absurd moment.

"I'll write under my tree, snow-covered of iced illusions. God don't reply; He only listens to the prays."

'Cause thou know that Heaven gates won't open for thee. Angel of my Winter, God o'my Solitude. Hidden in the warmest sunsets, only thou know the pain of sorrow. Only thou art able to fly away, out of the reach of shame. Only thou can bring out the hope in this soil of uncertainty, just with a mournful smile, and forget the forgotten. Only thou, can emerge from a vast ocean o'tears, evoking the flame of thy soul until thou sail in a stormy silence, achieving to beat the dejection broking thy chains. Only thou can erase the doubt and turn it into truth. Only thou, and only thou... art the will of the force.

You shouldn't wait for anything; long better is wish it with all your heart.

Let me see...

2008-07-05T21:46:00.007+02:00

Yesterday.

"We aren't free because they don't let us. They don't teach us how to fly... So, what does it matter if we aren't what they expect us to be? We'll be angels under human skin."

The prize that you must pay... frustration. Trying that things turn out right, over and over again, withouth get it. Watching how time goes, and things don't turn out right yet. One day all will be with us. Today is a day for relax, without any thought. I don't feel like do anything. I only want to forget everything.

For each sunset which defeats daylight again.

And I drowned in a gothic embrace...

2008-07-03T17:20:00.005+02:00

[...]

"I know that there is pleasure in living, and suffering in the pleasure... but I don't know why living is so frustrating..."

Today I was hoping a good new... But it seems not. If life decides to go to another way, it will take you. There's no rest. Whatever... Sometimes we need to take a deep breathe, and when things don't want to turn out right, they won't. So... that's life. Earthly fun, and free will: If you want to chose another way, then do it, but anyone can guarantee you that they will support you. Anyway, the one who wishes be special, knows why, and that's not forgotten with any failure. Pain sometimes show things that remember us why are we that way, and why we suffer. And if things want to turn out wrong, ther will. But I remember why it is that way. The prize you must pay.

It will be worst if you could watch Heaven's gates from Hell.

The wizard did a gesture...

2008-06-30T23:48:00.007+02:00

...

My prickly rose; it's me.

"Black Sky... answer, is there a God over us? I know that there was a Goddess... but she fell asleep."

I have something what to live for. I wish to find a place. I hate people who can't love, or hate with elegance. I'm scared of the fright, if it can take possession of me. It hurts me that nothing means anything. Live in ease is all I need. There is nothing which means enough like the union with something...

"The wizard saw. The wizard wished. The wizard got it. The wizard led a heart. Later he led a soul. Another wizard saw. Another wizard wished. Someone broke his silence. This wizard died."

Nocturnal birds, fly away... reach for peace in the shade.

Don't broke this silence, it's mine.

2008-06-30T01:27:00.006+02:00

"Was the person I saw reflecting in our mirror? Complex is release feelings in poetry. It seemed... but from far away."

Ups and downs.

It seems like everything changes. But no. All is the same. The only ones who change are us, and the way that we see the world around us. Tired of all. All is the same. Nothing changes. Whatever. The moment will come someday. But is inevitable, even we know that everything will be alright, until we don't see it, don't believe it. And that's it. The day will come. At the moment is only another day waiting for something. To find someone who really smiles. Anyway... Another day.

See. Will. Act.

First is the gesture, then the smile.

2008-06-29T03:48:00.010+02:00

A day.

"Sometimes I do not understand. Sometimes I want to understand. Sometimes... just there are times, that I sometimes want to win."

"He open his eyes in the dawn. Clock sounds as the sentence of his sorrow, as his chains. He wake up thinking. He's still remembering. His empty look is hidden among weeping. He looked himself at the mirror every day, from far away; he was afraid of being closer, he was afraid of his own reflection. He only suffered the pain that behind his face was already awaken. He didn't find yet a reason. He only believed. He only trusted in his mind. Alone he was, staying in silence, dreaming that someone would find him. He lived immersed in a ocean... but willing to fly. He closed his eyes full of tears, by a broken dreams... He lived in peace waiting for his hope. And, all has a "but", but he... didn't find it. Work was not the key. The trip to Paradise is too expensive, and he knows it. So he leaves in jouney, searching for happiness, or at least something, that makes him sleep calm."

Let's keep the smiles which we don't give who we don't love, for give 'em who really deserve them.

One life to try it

2008-06-27T17:05:00.013+02:00

Second day.

"There is something more than this, and the seat where I am. Do you know what day is today? Another day, as the others."

So yes. Today is the first day of the rest of my life. A little bit of hope for this path. Where do we go? And, for what do we walk, if even looking at past we do not feel pleased? That's all. And there are things that make the way more enjoyable. And for all that we exist, because of the things around us. 'Cause I feel that there's something that day by day keep up the hope, and whatever happens, it will be there. Because they are already things to discover and to live.

It's better to live in polluted air and be free, than to live among the pollution, in open air.

My prickly rose, bleed the one who touches it

2008-06-26T14:26:00.018+02:00

First day.

"The sparckle of your voice keeps up awaken the angel who is still hidden in the clouds. Heaven is his prision, why don't you go up to pick him up?"

Sometimes is hard to breathe, 'cause all is ephemeral. And the days pass without bringing you anything. And someones leave, and others will came. And we all know that we don't miss something even we don't have it. But we haven't learnt how to apply it. But anyway, does life go on? Then that's all we have. Only go on for the good things. You must live for something, and you must die for something, even it is the same thing. As long as we have tranquility, the rest doesn't matter. As long we have hope, the rest doesn't matter. As long we have illusion, the rest doesn't matter. It's hard to think that life is sad... and live it at the same time. And at the same time, leave it is harder. And when silence is all... Darkness is mistery, and mistery is all that we want to discover. There are still things to do. For all the sad and human pain, and for all the love and hope, for all that we still have and we wish to find...

Dedicated to all we miss.