miércoles, 4 de febrero de 2009
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.
miércoles, 1 de octubre de 2008
THE REBORN
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
miércoles, 27 de agosto de 2008
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.
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.
martes, 26 de agosto de 2008
THE HUNTER
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!
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!
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