THE WALKING

My walk is starting again, I watch the place where I am and look around but places which I don't recognize... the noise is annoying and the lights are... delightful, been lived in those dark ages seems to be so far away from now, but blood is always the same, hard and warm and the only way to be.

THE REBORN

Every cell of my own is getting alive... I can ear a cry in far alleys, I feel the scent of the awaken flowers of the nigth, I see how the dark is coming lighter in my eyes.

THE BLOOD

This tick red wine is coming to my lips, full filling with every drop all my world, with life and dreams of a human being who loves life more than ever and dislikes death in every form... it's hurts, I never felt this heartache before, but never before I wasn't this empty, just reborn to a new era, darker and pestilent than ever.

THE FEEDING

I can't stand this hunger for more, I'm ready to attack, will be the same I used to do thousand of nights when was time to hunt but not for the joy but to survive this thirsty... the eager!

THE WAITING

Hundreds of years waiting for a signal and earing far voices coming to me like old melodies, being between in a mortuory stone cage.

Was this silent judgement just an prelude of a new life, but the long waiting?... feeling how the blood starts to drying in your veins, but after being died once there is not another way... just to wait, there is open doors, just the cold and dark stone around me.

THE HUNTER

I feel my strength falling-- fading-- Has it been so long since the last time I smelled it? There it was once again; that sound coming to my head telling me where to look forward; the warm and colorful stream is driving me slowly and cautiously, just like it used to.

THE HUNGER

It was like a deep scratch... trying a grasp of first breath, getting filled with real air and been born from the dust again.

Just remembering how it happened. Why was this so hard?

Pushing to get above through the dirt with bones, fingers, nails... but realizing how damaged the flesh was, when it used to be soft and clear, as bright as an angel from the dark night.

That old feeling of being a hunter just because of the smell and taste of that sweet and striking first drink... THAT FIRST DRINK!