There's no limit

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,,

Sail in my dreams

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,,

Arting everything

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,,

The part which broke

"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."

Broken

"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.

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

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.

The wizard did a gesture...

...

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.

First is the gesture, then the smile.

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.