Monday, October 15, 2012

SARAH MCLACHLAN - FUMBLING TOWARDS ECSTASY

Song Of The Month




All the fear has left me now 
I'm not frightened anymore. 
It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh. 
It's my mouth that pushes out this breath 

And if I shed a tear I won't cage it. 
I won't fear love 
And if I feel a rage I won't deny it. 
I won't fear love. 

Companion to our demons 
They will dance and we will play. 
With chairs candles and clothes 
Making darkness in the day. 
It will be easy to look in or out 
Upstream or down 
Without a thought 

And if I shed a tear I won't cage it. 
I won't fear love 
And if I feel a rage I won't deny it. 
I won't fear love. 

Peace in the struggle to find peace. 
Comfort on the way to comfort 

And if I shed a tear I won't cage it. 
I won't fear love 
And if I feel a rage I won't deny it 
I won't fear love. 
I won't fear love. 
I won't fear love

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Until I figure it out

Until I figure it out, the pages of this life will remain blank, 
they will have no color, no background, no format, 
they will be no more that a plain white paper layout, 
a vacant page in a book, waiting to be filled with form, shapes, swirls and stars, 
with life most beautiful havoc that will turn everything marvelous; 
now, for the time being, this blog shall reflect the pages of my life, 
for this reason its layout will remain, 
white, blank, vacant.

Tuesday, August 07, 2012

The Black Widow's Lair: Memories

The Black Widow's Lair: Memories: Memories are the trickiest thing ever. At least that is what I think right now. Too often our hearts, or maybe it's our brains, immortalize ...

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

A long lost letter...


My dearest Peter:

How have I deeply missed you, I can no longer seem to remember when you were last here or when I last saw you, it is all slowly turning in to a blur, could we next time maybe stay for little longer?, it all feels as if I am gradually forgetting the details of our many adventures together, there have been times when I could not even seem to remember the way back to the trees, I worry this would be a growing condition, I keep mixing up or confusing the names of the lost boys, I regularly get glimpses of a memory, a memory I can not seem to remember but one I can not seem to forget either, they often come to me as the shapes in a shadow, or a slight smell, an unknown flavor, a gentle breeze, or a peculiar tick on a clock, I no longer have the time to stop and gaze up at the stars and remind my self you are out there, on the second star to the right and straight on till morning, I am having a hard time enjoying all those things that I used to love, things like Imagining, Playing, Singing, Dancing, Acting, Creating, Painting, Writing, Reading... Flying; I seem to have ran out of happy thoughts and  faerie dust and I cafly no longer, it all makes me feel so profoundly sad that I can not find my way back to you;
Peter I'm afraid, I'm afraid I'll never see you again, I do not want to forget you, I do not want to lose you, I do not want to wake up one day to find out that it has all been nothing but just a silly dream and that i will never again  feel the freedom and the beauty of Neverland; please Peter come for me, come for me soon, before it is all too late, before I completely forget; before I finally realize I have already grown up.

Sincerely and forever yours:
Wendy



Tuesday, July 24, 2012

I am under the impression that I'm about to lose you forever... and this realization makes me deeply sad...

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

I wanted to write something clever,
 but it seems I have left my inspiration 
in my other jacket...

Friday, July 06, 2012

En ocaciones las cosas que decimos o hacemos significan poco para nosotros, sin embargo pueden significar un mundo para quien nos escucha...

Sunday, February 26, 2012

How did I get here?...

It was a another cool and windy night out in the open seas of Lorthmor, below deck she prepares to rests the days work along with her new mates, who where now feasting on dry meats and aged rum; they had started story telling and she was intrigued by those who where the most experienced, and perhaps the reason why she didn't dare tell any stories of her own; minutes later as she prepared to call it a night, a young girl next to her, a new comer just like her, asked her:

- How about you, what's your story? 

- My simple story does not compare to those of these brave men - she said 

- Even so, wouldn't one like to know more about those she travel with - the girl replied 

- Fair enough... -the drunken men cheered and belched in the background as Sariel started her story:

- I used to live with my family in the shards of Helveren, up in the city of Nambar, father was a wizard with a fancy for trinkets, and mother the most graceful of dancers; when I was a little over 8 years old, father decided we move to the city if Shalara down south looking for bigger brighter and better opportunities, upon arrival the ship we were traveling in got ambushed, and in the whole mess I ran off getting lost in the crowds. I spend many months running around the city trying to find my way, getting by on that which I could get my hands on, not knowing if my parents ever lived or died in that wretch.

One day I tried to steal from the wrong people and some thugs gave me quite a beating, if not for a man, a human, that helped me out, dusted me off and took me in as his own; he taught me all he knew in the art of Bladesinging and furthermore. I remember being intrigued by his motives, I once questioned his decision to take me as his apprentice, to which he calmly replied, “This is your kin’s legacy, your heritage and birth right”, followed by he's usual “For Corellon's sake! You should be thankful I found you when I did child!”. 

Since I knew or remembered so little from my parents tales, with the years I became fixated on seeking the lore and relics of my people and finding clues about the elven kingdoms from the past, I started to disappear for days at a time just to collect trinkets that resemble those of my masters stories, always daydreaming of the Seekers of the Song he often spoke about. 
As I got older I decided it was finally the time to start the search for my ancestors many legacies, perhaps find the Seekers of the Song and hopefully become one of them; however I never had the chance to let my master know of this.
It’s been several years now since that day, when after returning from one of my adventures, I came back to an empty house, the house itself was intact, yet my master was nowhere to be found, I knew right then and there it was my duty as his apprentice, to in my search find him as well...

Monday, February 06, 2012

Las uñas marcadas en tu pared, 
son las mismas que quedaron marcadas aquella noche en tu piel, 
para que recuerdes que lo tuvimos todo sin tener nada...

Disclaimer

As an artist, I feel the need to bring this to everyone's attention, the images I have posted on this blog belong all to their respective owners, I have no the intention to take credit for the work of those with excellent creativity, their use in this blog merely is to recreate or maybe relate to the text on each post which have their respective owners as well..... Enjoy.


Negante

Como artista, siento la necesidad de llevar esto a la atención de todos, las imágenes que he publicado en este blog pertenecen todos a sus respectivos propietarios, no tengo la intención de tomar el crédito por el trabajo de las personas con una excelente creatividad, su uso en este blog sólo es volver a crear o tal vez se relacionan con el texto en cada mensaje que tienen sus respectivos propietarios también ..... Disfrute.