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Caminaba por la hierba, absorto en la luz que el luminoso mediodía bañaba el prado. El verano azuzaba su mente; no se sentía con ganas de hacer algo en concreto, pero el far niente que le inspiraba la estación más distendida del año le provocaba un sentimiento elevado, pletórico.
¿Quién eres?. La pregunta resonaba en su mente como si en el momento se la volvieran a hacer. ¿Quién era? ¿Acaso alguien lo sabía? ¿Es que nadie podía decir sinceramente lo que él representaba para sus personas más cercanas? Se sentía inseguro desde hacía un tiempo, pensando qué le había llevado a encontrarse ante la incógnita de su vida. Pero algo estaba claro, ella era la responsable de su actual situación. Sólo ella había llegado a la gran laguna de su persona, y en menos de una hora de conversación. A partir de entonces, cada vez que pensaba en esa muchachita de vest
Esa de ahí abajo,
esa de ahí enfrente.
estrellas y agujeros,
Tú y yo, rodeados.
Maremagnum:: english versionA whispering voice in the ear makes think that everythings changing. Periods of blinding light and absorbent darkness. Thinking if shes making any mistake, now more than ever shes pushed to reflect, in order to not commit a minimal error. But without time enough to let her mind get burned with these ideas. The gold lions will tell her where the light is.
I feel the water choking me the throat. Nor even in my past beloved vital space Im feeling comfortable. The head? Explodes with the huge amount of ideas, getting catatonic for a few seconds and then returning to Earth sometime, to realize it is loosing a precious time.
If I only tell you I might be not writing you now
Whoever much wants to embrace, few tightens. I wish it isnt true.
With an horrible fear of loosing all my ideas like tears in the rain, I affront the great ambition in my life: to be strong. In fact the tears dont come out. The fountain gets dry
MaremagnumUna voz susurrante al oído hace pensar que ciertas cosas están cambiando. Períodos de luz cegadora y sombra absorbente. Preguntándose si se estará equivocando en algo. Ahora más que nunca está obligada a reflexionar, para no cometer el más mínimo desliz. Pero sin tiempo suficiente para que el cerebro se incendie ante éstas ideas. Los leones dorados le dirán dónde se halla la luz.
Siento el agua apretándome la garganta. Ni en mi antes amado espacio vital me siento cómoda. ¿La cabeza? Estalla ante tanta idea, quedándose catatónica durante algún segundo y volviendo a la tierra de vez en cuando, para darse cuenta de que pierde un tiempo precioso.
Con decirte que ni siquiera debería estar escribiéndote
Quien mucho abarca, poco aprieta. Yo deseo que no sea verdad.
Con un miedo terrible a que todas mis ideas se pierdan como lágrimas en la lluvia, m
Al cieloPidiendo que llueva,
¿Por qué lloráis?
¿Por qué jugáis?
mirando al cielo.
¿Por qué calláis?
Electric Blue ButterfliesSay it
She was holding her own hands anxiously.
Say it, for God
She closed her eyes strongly. She squeezed her knuckles.
Say it now!
The fireworks start!
There wasnt her voice; it was another happy and dark-haired girls voice. That girl was dancing gladly on the sand, letting the fresh and knight breeze pass through her arms, which were lifted up to the sky, giving extra emphasis to her words.
That was thinking the hesitant teen. She had been so anxious and nervous just a moment before. That moment she hated her own weak character, her shyness and her hesitation, which had no cure.
Hey are you ok?
Thanks to God he continued being kind. He was someone with a creepy frankness and with an admirable kindness at the same time. He was admirable.
No nothing. Im ok
Then the fireworks started to deafen the atmosphere. The smell of the gunpowder arrived to the nose of ever
Time of friends,
so quicky stars
in the night fallen
like shiny ideas.
Time of caresses,
bad covered truths,
less indifferent feelings.
Time of loves,
so evanescent butterflies
in the daylight dissapeared
like rained arrows.
Tiempo de amigos;
estrellas tan rápidas
que en la noche caen
como ideas brillantes.
Tiempo de caricias;
Verdades mal tapadas;
sentimientos menos indiferentes.
Tiempo de amores.
Mariposas tan efímeras
que de día desaparecen
como llovidas las saetas.
Eyes of wolf. Prologue.He run and run without tiredness. His blood was pure adrenaline propelled by a cannon sheltered by his chest. He saw everything with much more sharpness and his breaths with the heart seemed to be a drum played by the devil.
He stumbled even if he didnt expect it. He realized the slowness of the movements of his arms and legs. He sited up quickly and looked back at the same time as his pupils were adapted to the darkness. He saw it like it was a black and white terror film: its masterly bended legs in the habitual posture of a panther waiting for the prey, its claws leaned in the dry gravel; its chest similar to a human strained one, its thick neck not even with the power of twenty men could make a soft pressure on it. And he finally saw the eyes, which were looking at him with restraint fury and with an incredibly hypnotic effect.
He didnt stare the eyes out much more. He was still watching the ambaries irises which were shining oddly through the shadows. Something enjoyed
Soul MatesBetween dream and moon tides,
The light weaves a new day.
A first glimmer lights the darkness,
Where even still a shadow lay.
For ages swings a song
From star guardians into the world
And first diamonds glitter,
Where luminosity falls on the water.
The young morning is still hesitating,
Promising us hardly the return.
Still the night wraps up the life
And silently breathes the great sea.
Then … finally, the golden time calls.
Water marries to the light.
And shining our heart sways
Where sunshine breaks through waves.
The wind carries my soul
On its wings away from here
To green valleys, ocean lights,
To blue lakes, to you.
You are the life, you are the dream.
You are my soul and my light.
And when the day draws to a close again,
I will not forget you.
Still WorshipBetter or worse I will still worship
Flat on my face or smiling into the heavens; I will still worship
When my world feels like it's crumbling, I will still worship
When my heart starts to grow cold, I will still worship
When I have a nightmare of the future, I will still worship
When I have the feeling to scream in blind rage, I will still worship
I will still worship You when the tides start to rise and the thunder roars on
I will still worship You when Willy Pete of the world starts to burn my skin
I will still worship You when my own parents tell me to shush
I will still worship You when the sky starts to open up with Your mercy
I will still worship You when my heart cries for You
I will still worship You my King; You understand and love me
I will still worship You when I cry when I remember the pain I caused
I will still worship You when I cry with everlasting joy that You have brought me
I will still worship You when I cry after seeing the blood You shed for me
I will still worsh
THE HAUNTINGVeils of sadness seemed so becoming
beckoning and crying for needs which appeared to be running
to rivers of hopes gone astray
pooling at shores of her shallow bay
quelled hatreds there were broiling
beneath still waters slathering like an oiling
to his outstretched arms and into his pores as the liquid leaked
till he was saturated with her summer fragrance that almost reeked
of despair and the thoughts that washed up there
and in his veins pulsed a sense of her eyes,
of her hair...
in his mind he'd heard her sighs,
knowing not who she was as he lingered at those shores
but sensing that these willows had once witnessed much more
no one had been present to ease that horror
but perhaps the screams of a heart bleeding through him into the moist
had led her to know that to someone she had a voice
had led her to move beyond this place
God My Constant CompanionPain is constant
Sickness is normal
Joy and happiness a burden
Ordeal of becoming old
Life became a misery
Through the pain and suffering I became closer to God
My thirst for His knowledge grows
My thoughts revolve around God and me
I fear not because God is with me
Only God, my constant companion, understands my plight
Only God comforts me with love,
knowledge and understanding
Only God, through Jesus’ blood sacrifice,
can free my soul and give me eternal peace
I praise God for all the blessings He has given me
Thank You GOD for the love You have given me
by E. W. Rantala/RocksRose - December 7, 2013
Wings Of ChangeProgress marched upon them,
New weapons and new skills,
And so a boy, terrified, ran
To keep away their ills.
To a far off city,
He slowly found his way,
When lanterns like stars guided him
Unto a brand new day.
On the night he met her,
He told her of the change,
For he felt he was drowning
And she’d keep things the same.
She said she would not help him,
For to obstruct all progress was
To never learn to fly.
But drowning he still was,
In changes uncontrolled,
Until some fins and gills he grew
And swam into the gold.
AlgizHer hair looked dark and tangled like tree branches as she stood at the moonlit clearing.
The creatures in the ground sang poems carved in runes in the bark of the evergreen pines.
The trees on the hills were adorned with Orion and her face was obscured by a veil of shadows.
She felt the bedrock crackle as it embraced the fire within the planet traveling in space.
Saplings quivered in the gale while the clear greys and evening blues melted together.
Shooting stars like sinking ships of light drew evanescent lines over the treetops.
An elk with the Pleiades in its eyes came from the woods as it heard her whisper.
It crossed frosty sedges with the shining streams of prayers hanging from its horns.
It wandered the cold earth and found buried sadness with every step of its hooves.
The uprooted human followed invisible tracks and sought answers in the soil.
Down on her knees on the frozen ground, her breath turned into clouds of vapor.
The Moon and the trees studied her in the embrace of th
TithingGod went on tour
visiting the different denominations.
They didn’t know He was on tour,
except maybe the one or
two parishioners that looked at Him funny
when He emptied His entire
wallet into the collection plate.
Bring the RainI run, I fight, I lived and I died
For the love of this girl
My whole world
Yet I run far away off to my deep dark days
When I was something truly different
As I was a soldier, a beast
Fighting as my heart bleeds
Waiting for the day
When all the pain will fade away
Far out of sight
As I come to know the light
No longer fighting for me
But for my father and king
The cause that brought the rain
To wash away all within my past
And this broken heart at last
After so many days too far away
From the light that washed the night away
Torn from The Paradise: 1.The Garden of Eden1. The Garden of Eden
Nitimur in vetitum
“Subdued to the glary light,
To The Paradise, the land of bliss,
I’m bound in this endless rite,
Magnificent, sheer wings have been given to me,
Simultaneously, incapable of flight…
O Lord, rusted chains you have wrapped around my fragile wings,
Enslaved by you, almighty God,
Kneeling I confess, by the freedom I am awed,
Father, by the knowledge I am mystified!”
Damnant quod non intelligent
His limpid blue eyes are filled with hope,
Gleaming folded wings awaiting the ethereal break away,
The silence conquers as his wish starts to decay,
Dismayed he waits,
Blood is dripping from the dreams that had led him astray.
“My glistening winged son,
Shallow words had reached my ears,
Let them hollow wishes shun;
My broken creation, you shall repent,
Blot out the thoughts intended your rank to descent”
Angel with the scabbed wings kneels for the last time,
By the stream of sorrow he has been taken away,
Sharp words infi
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