The Selected One To Bee

- And then? He asked.
Expecting me to say - For ever.

  Time though is a lie. And am well aware of lies. Look, over here, there are two kinds of job that you can do: either telling lies very well, or buying them. There is an other, third option, to be unemployed, for example to resign.
  Resigned are the bravest in an era of unemployment. (Where the choices are manufactured before they are presented ahead of us in a row? I need to find that place, to become a choice. I grew up, am not a girl any more.)

                                   ****

 Quite often, I sit and gaze the view. The wind is blowing my hair and according to the theory of Chaos, this could create a chain reaction of hurricanes in New York.
 My hair create hurricanes in New York! Even though this is said for ''the butterfly effect''. My hair is a butterfly effect and under their roots a crowd of chrysalis are asleep, and dreaming  inside their cocoons. I wish they never wake up.

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 I am embracing something new. It's strange because nobody touched me the last few months. Human hands are living secret lives. On my body, different rules apply. Didn't I told you the other days that is an island?
  There is a reception between my legs that ends up to my heart. When it's full, my heart will stop beating. Only for a moment.
 This brand new won't come out from the recess between my legs. It will come out from my eyes and with the speed of light, it will go everywhere and include everything.
  Everything but darkness. Darkness speed, is the slowest of anything.

                            ****

 There is a room in my memory, where you only enter in, and nobody comes out of it. I will be waiting for you there. Paranoid with the escapes!

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  Nature defined me selective and profitable for mating. My biological alarms are waking up, creating a noisy fuss, that everyone can hear. If they are in a position to hear. Nature's requested tax from me, is a descendant to nourish her.
  My term?
My term, to choose on my own, who will seed me. Inviolable term.

                         ****

 So many came, in the passage of time. How will I recognize you now? Are you a Hero, a Conductor? You are holding thorns or vines? You know stories? You speak the things with their name? You talk the colors? You know from where to buy the best milk and bread? When you ride me, you have a way to look right through my eyes the same time?

- Is he yours? The Sea is replying to me.
And I'm unable to figure out the inquire...

The Law Of Pi

The Law Of  Pi

As if I was dreaming , the voice sounded and said 

Wake up, we are in the territory of the dead, for God's sake wake up.
Our weapons, our clacks, and sounds are useless. Unable to prove our liveliness.
Wake up, we've been dead for a long time and any force we put, the opposite lacerates.
Wake up for God's sake.

*What torture to walk when everything wants you not to, when everything advocates against it.

Then I as in a dream responded and said

We carry the most easily contagious illness in the world. Our unobtrusive efforts to disturb the Gods constantly fail. Our swallows crash, on future winters, and our inner blooming is delayed. Clay pots filled up to the top rolling downhills increasing speed towards a destiny of broken pieces. What we haven't yet known is what troubles us.

 Wasteful with our given powers, we direct them forward to the scarecrows of the Galaxy and the crop we've been expecting is a worthless effort.

 Human, you are able, only when the Sacred won't respond in order to clarify it's presence. If we lay down, facing the ground, our back becomes a stair. You are my own hand that I cut off and placed it on a foreign body. And ever since, lives a secret life. I've turned the Earth upside down to find you but someone else's thought now you rejoice to caress...

 If I fall in love with this stranger, you will say your fingers to form a door? We were building a shack when he was passing by, laughing at us. His presence didn't affect at all the dripping sweat.

 Your inner oceans wave the full moon. Tracks of light are heard in the transparency of your back. Police of mind to cogitate my wildest thoughts. A couple of pilferer lovers to plot vivid consciousness. Everything is bearable a minute later. Only loneliness, only loneliness from before.

    And again the question like a blessing

That is to say, this luster of things should be slavery?

   And again me

Perhaps not all scarps will become safe if we remove the Law of Gravity?


  Afterward out of nowhere she interrupted us with seven sentences.

* An inch above ground commence the sky's extremity.

* We had the most useless thing of the world. Like a camp full of coward soldiers.

* The most dangerous sea, is the salty sea.

* Whenever you feel proud try to stare at the Sun.

* A single stripe can hold up the whole world's humidity in your eyes.

* If you haven't seen what extends between the waves and the birds flying, you haven't seen anything.


* The most dangerous sea, is the savage sea...

The Pledge

Sallow, as if someone was missing her. 
The reason she existed, perhaps.
And they were many.
Their question was: "Do you recall?".
But she kept on forgetting. And while the others, were departing.
She stayed grounded either dreaming,
 or with visions of upcoming nightmares.
 In each awakened expansion, rainstorm cabled on thy's windows, 
fired carbon from her lushes.
And the  lesart she carried 
-who knows from which dessert- 
crawled up on her shoulder, and was staring the distance in silence.

I started once to tell her to stay present, but she was gone already. 
And from my phrase, she heard the half.

''By kings, I've been served. 
In an entertainers' dressing room, I was waiting for the dawn. 
 I've got drunk with alcohol, 
and with other stuff got high.
And I leaned over,
 like the shadows are leaning in the West, but never fell
I've been pulled aside by men, drifted from my scent.
But I was looking elsewhere, without talking.
And always, in the end, they were departing.
Keeping memories of someone else, 
who was not me.
Where am I, when my fear puts my clothes on,
and pushes me out in the alley?
Where am I, when I lean down to listen to the stories of the ants,
pretending that I care?
Once, I was dancing secretly, in my own special way..''

Each time I was approaching her,
My head was numb and my cores
were expanding. As if I've been dropped
into the Ocean, in search of salt.
I was searching on her body for marks and traces
 but they were changing.
- A constellation on her shoulder towards her arm.
- Peels from flower stalk at the base of the spine,
that quickly turned into conjugating snakes.
-lips changing color when it rained, like the rainbow.
And it was raining frequently inside her dorms.

''this body is not the compound of water and carbon,
but the remnants from Angel's orgasms''

Last time I saw her in an old photograph
Ten - eleven years old.
Dressed in white, like a bright.
She was gazing at me, pledging that one day she
would meet me. And that our coupling,
would've last from dusk till dawn.
And in the end, I would abrogate the crawling mob,
dragged behind her gait.

-Promise me this is For Ever?

-I Promise...