Posts Tagged ‘Running wild…’
The divine text message and the Bacroletosys
Illustration from iStockphoto
- I would like some quiet. And peace of mind.
- Really? When?
- Well… some times, more often.
- What? Is it to loud now?
- Only in my brain. I choose to hear every thing. I’m restless. Nothing is too good for me and I feel I miss things. I fail a little bit more every single day.
- My friend I am stunned! I am completely amazed! I have never ever heard that before! You are the only unfortunate person in the world and I am so sorry for that! Yes! You really need the quiet, you need the space so you can organize yourself, and so you can regroup and prepare for it. And please take your time. Retreat, evolve, the world will wait for you. Everything will stop and we all will anxiously wait for the Day that You, The Great Resurrected, will enlighten us with the secrets of happiness found in your quite oasis. Everything will be ok. Come on! Come now! Go! Go for it! Fly Forest! Fly! Read the rest of this entry »
Good night!
Edited illustration from iStockphoto
- I feel like I have lost something.
- Really?
- I guess I forgot to live.
- When?
- I don’t know exactly. But I just realized it!
- This conversation is totally predictable.
- You think so?
- I know so!
- And what’s next?
- Next is the usual.
- What? Read the rest of this entry »
Three guys and a fight
Illustration from iStockphoto
- You don’t shine anymore. And it’s been some time now. Instead you grow smaller and grey. Are you going to do something about it?
- I have a plan.
- Uuuu! And what’s the plan?
- I don’t have yet all the details but…
A squeak is heard outside the door. The two men sitting at the kitchen table turn their heads in the same time towards the door. In the small and poorly lighted room a graveyard silence crawls dawn the walls. Only the water drops released in a perfect rhythm by the broken tap are marking to loud the passing seconds. The two men wait in tension staring at the door once upon a time painted in a bright red.
- You think…
- Sssssst!
Clank! Clank! Twice. The door slides open grinding to a halt when it slams against the wall. Without thinking the two men jumped off their chairs in opposite directions. Read the rest of this entry »
Pastel du printemps vs. The Exotic Fork
Illustration from iStockphoto
Another tragedy. The exceptional lies only in blood.
Gentle like a hurricane I fall into the voluptuousness of a butterfly.
Turned once more towards the darkness of a beautiful morning filled with promises,
I always prefer to avoid the unavoidable awakening.
And so I stroll on!
From the sky the rhythm falls.
From waltz to samba to arms to toes to ocean to flower to cloud into the night to life between the sheets to whispers to moments to all to salsa to maybe until then again tomorrow from you till death.
But not yet. Read the rest of this entry »
