Cold, cold, the coldness of hell
The man woke up. Again.
Minnesota was an icy place in that time of the year. He took a look around and smelt the sweet scent of failure all over his soul. His fingers were burnt (partly because of the cigarettes, but mostly because of some arcane spells he had to cast last night), his head was numb.
"this isn't big news" he thought. Then he started to recall last night. It hurted. He ran towards the bathroom and puked in the pile.
After drinking some water, the man raised his head and looked at the mirror. There were some erratic lipstic letters written in the surface.
The writing’s on the wall
It won’t go away
James puked again, washed his face and returned to bed thinking "the summary of my life".
14 feb 2010
22 nov 2009
He's gone.
When I woke up this morning, there was a napkin and some cigarette stubs where James was supposed to be.
There was something written in the napkin. I took it, went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to have some breakfast. An empty bottle of Jack Daniel's reminded me about last night.
After washing my face I took a look at the napkin. I read it twice and then I understood.
I hope to see him again... someday.
P.S.: Here's what the man wrote on that napkin.
There was something written in the napkin. I took it, went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to have some breakfast. An empty bottle of Jack Daniel's reminded me about last night.
After washing my face I took a look at the napkin. I read it twice and then I understood.
I hope to see him again... someday.
P.S.: Here's what the man wrote on that napkin.
15 nov 2009
God Bless the Rain
The man sat down
In the darkest corner of the place
Picked up a cigarette
And forgot the world for a while
J.Babylon
Good month for the rain to visit our heads.
So never mind the darkness
we still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
even cold November rain
Axl Rose.
In the darkest corner of the place
Picked up a cigarette
And forgot the world for a while
J.Babylon
Good month for the rain to visit our heads.
So never mind the darkness
we still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
even cold November rain
Axl Rose.
12 oct 2009
Free Fallin'
"Man, I think I screwed it up again."
Sitting in the dock of the bay the two figures were finishing off the last pair of beers.
"... You're kinda wasted, pal. Did it go wrong or...?"
"It didn't go at all. There's something missing in the equation, and I can't figure out what the hell it is, Sam."
"Nuts! there's a whole lotta songs out there, you should know better than anyone, Jimbo."
"Guess you're right... but tonight, on this small planet, I still haven't found what I'm looking for."
"Take it easy, man. At least you have nothing to regret this time..."
"I'm not so sure about that. Sometimes it sucks to be in my shoes. Anyways, I'm not flying... but I'm not drowning now."
"You said it, man... you sad it."
The wind blew softly. The picture vanished and just for a second it felt like being embraced from the back.
The tide was turning.
Sitting in the dock of the bay the two figures were finishing off the last pair of beers.
"... You're kinda wasted, pal. Did it go wrong or...?"
"It didn't go at all. There's something missing in the equation, and I can't figure out what the hell it is, Sam."
"Nuts! there's a whole lotta songs out there, you should know better than anyone, Jimbo."
"Guess you're right... but tonight, on this small planet, I still haven't found what I'm looking for."
"Take it easy, man. At least you have nothing to regret this time..."
"I'm not so sure about that. Sometimes it sucks to be in my shoes. Anyways, I'm not flying... but I'm not drowning now."
"You said it, man... you sad it."
The wind blew softly. The picture vanished and just for a second it felt like being embraced from the back.
The tide was turning.
24 mar 2009
Ordinary World
He recovered consciousness for a while.
Just for a few seconds.
He felt dizzy and disoriented, his body didn't gave a shit about what his mind was asking for.
After several tries, he gave up. The only thing he finally managed to do was to scrutinize what was in front of him. He realized that he was lying on the ground.
Before he fainted again, he smiled.
One more time, it was spring. The cherry blossoms were... perfect (since there isn't any better word).
As his eyes were closing, some old lines came to his brains and ears...
But I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive...
Just for a few seconds.
He felt dizzy and disoriented, his body didn't gave a shit about what his mind was asking for.
After several tries, he gave up. The only thing he finally managed to do was to scrutinize what was in front of him. He realized that he was lying on the ground.
Before he fainted again, he smiled.
One more time, it was spring. The cherry blossoms were... perfect (since there isn't any better word).
As his eyes were closing, some old lines came to his brains and ears...
But I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive...
29 dic 2008
Unforgiven Eve
And there she was.
He could touch her, smell her scent. Her hair was waving down her shoulders just like it did during those endless summer nights...
And suddenly it all happened.
The screams, the blood, the impotence, the flames surrounding her consumed body while the devilish creature laughed...
NO!
...
The man woke up in a cold shaking, completely covered with sweat.
It was just a nightmare. Nothing more. He tried to calm down and recover his breath. He looked at the grilled window, illuminated with the winter moonlight. There were a cigarette and a match upon the window. He refused to think about it and just lit the cigarette.
The bell tolled twelve times. Somehow he knew it was New Year's Day.
In his brains, these lyrics accompanied his New Year's Cigarette:
Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I want to hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you.
Lay beside me, under wicked sky
Through black of day, dark of night, we share this pair of lives
The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?
Come lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear
She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again
She lay beside me, but she'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone
Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Dead sure she'll be there!
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?
Lay beside me, tell me what I've done
The door is closed, so are your eyes
But now I see the sun, now I see the sun
Yes now I see it!
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known
So sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits,
The one who waits for you
Oh what I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
(So I dub thee unforgiven)
Oh, what I've felt
Oh, what I've known!
I take this key (never free)
And I bury it (never me) in you
Because you're unforgiven too
Never free
Never me
'Cause you're unforgiven too!
He could touch her, smell her scent. Her hair was waving down her shoulders just like it did during those endless summer nights...
And suddenly it all happened.
The screams, the blood, the impotence, the flames surrounding her consumed body while the devilish creature laughed...
NO!
...
The man woke up in a cold shaking, completely covered with sweat.
It was just a nightmare. Nothing more. He tried to calm down and recover his breath. He looked at the grilled window, illuminated with the winter moonlight. There were a cigarette and a match upon the window. He refused to think about it and just lit the cigarette.
The bell tolled twelve times. Somehow he knew it was New Year's Day.
In his brains, these lyrics accompanied his New Year's Cigarette:
Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I want to hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you.
Lay beside me, under wicked sky
Through black of day, dark of night, we share this pair of lives
The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?
Come lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear
She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again
She lay beside me, but she'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone
Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Dead sure she'll be there!
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?
Lay beside me, tell me what I've done
The door is closed, so are your eyes
But now I see the sun, now I see the sun
Yes now I see it!
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known
So sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits,
The one who waits for you
Oh what I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
(So I dub thee unforgiven)
Oh, what I've felt
Oh, what I've known!
I take this key (never free)
And I bury it (never me) in you
Because you're unforgiven too
Never free
Never me
'Cause you're unforgiven too!
22 dic 2008
Reflections from Jail
And there he was. Sitting alone against the wall, wanting a cigarette more than anything he ever wanted.
Nothing to do but wait.
Nowhere to go.
The wall.
It wasn't just another wall...
it was The Wall.
That wall was special. There were sentences carved on it. There were THOUGHTS carved on it. And there was nothing in that small stinky cell to carve with.
The sentences on the wall changed every now and then, without asking for permission, without a fixed pattern... without caring about you.
By that time, the man opened his bleary eyes and looked in front of him.
He began to read.
He thought he was getting mad.
But he went on reading...
some of the things carved on the wall were:
Nothing to do but wait.
Nowhere to go.
The wall.
It wasn't just another wall...
it was The Wall.
That wall was special. There were sentences carved on it. There were THOUGHTS carved on it. And there was nothing in that small stinky cell to carve with.
The sentences on the wall changed every now and then, without asking for permission, without a fixed pattern... without caring about you.
By that time, the man opened his bleary eyes and looked in front of him.
He began to read.
He thought he was getting mad.
But he went on reading...
some of the things carved on the wall were:
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
On A lOnG EnOUgH tiMe LinE, ThE suRvIvAL rAte foR evErYOne dRopS TO zer0.
On A lOnG EnOUgH tiMe LinE, ThE suRvIvAL rAte foR evErYOne dRopS TO zer0.
How I wish... how I wish you were here.
YOU,
YES, YOU:
FUCK ME.
...AS HARD AS YOU CAN.
YES, YOU:
FUCK ME.
...AS HARD AS YOU CAN.
Bestrafe mich
Bestrafe mich
Stroh wird Gold
Und Gold wird Stein
Deine Größe macht mich klein
Du darfst mein Bestrafer sein
Bestrafe mich
Stroh wird Gold
Und Gold wird Stein
Deine Größe macht mich klein
Du darfst mein Bestrafer sein
I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb
And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll
As all the heavens were a bell,
And being, but an ear,
And I and Silence some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here.
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -
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