The wrath of applause passes.
Now only peace, and the smaller fusses.
I thank my friends
And my own two hands
But I will miss all the hustles.
Victoria Theatre, bigger than I recalled
Drowned in carvings, floored and walled.
The air is fresh
No need to be rash
The play's all over, we can only applaud.
Elgin Bridge looks nice tonight,
Parliament Place has pretty sights,
I stroll along
The roads are long
These memories follow day and night.
6 months since the start of hell,
Who knew it would turn out this well?
I cried in pain
But too, in the rain
When I saw how beauty crept out of the well.
I sigh at the last breathe of my days.
If only it was longer, but it lies, and it lays.
No more of this.
It's time to miss
The days of our childish and delightful ways.
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La noche ha llegado, es de esas noches de verano en mediados de abril, donde la luna llena se refleja en el río, donde tu sonrisa es como el mejor deseo que se le puede pedir al día.
Y es en la noche cuando desatamos nuestros instintos animales, cuando nuestros cuerpos se atraen y nos sobra hasta la ropa, y la cama se nos hace pequeña, y buscamos otros lugares mientras la luna dure en lo alto de la noche, aunque hay días que el sol nos pilla desprevenidos, mientras nuestro cuerpos siguen rozando piel con piel.
Y desearía que la luna se quedara siempre en lo alto del cielo, para no separarme de ti, para que nuestros cuerpos fueran solo uno para siempre, porque te ansío tenerte desnudo a mi lado, para poder saborearte mientras la luna nos observa pecar toda la noche, porque se que ella también se divierte.
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"I’ve always hated Valentine’s Day. First because it’s an English invention and I hate the brits. And second because recently it’s become a Halloween-style sort of thing, just a commercial racket.
And then, what’s the point of pledging your love yet again when you’re really in love? What’s the point, eh? In any case, I don’t believe in love myself. Everybody knows it never lasts. Swept away by torrid passion one minute and then it’s all over. Soon you can’t stand each other anymore, weariness sets in, then irritation and finally resentment. You’ve compromised on so many things in order to live together... So pretending, just for one day in the year, that you still love each other when in fact all you’re dreaming of is that life might intervene to get rid of your other half, accidentally as it were, because you’re not brave enough to get rid of them yourself, it’s quite ridiculous! Giving each other red flowers to express a passion that long ago ran its course and a gift you bought at the last minute because, well, sometimes you just forget the other person, it’s pathetic. Really, Valentine’s Day, it’s mad!” So said Fortuneo.
Fortuneo was like a big bear. First physically, he was tall and broad but full of grace and poise when he moved that body weighing close on seven hundred kg. But more than anything he was like a bear because he was reclusive, grumpy, unpredictable and bad-tempered, and not very communicative. His rages were well-known among his family and in his neighbours. Seeing this big bear rumble was enough to keep people at distance and on high alert. Sometimes he would be overcome with anger, without any obvious reason, and then anyone finding themselves in the path of that great beast really had to watch out! He was fierce
Yet he had an extraordinary gift. His exceptionally skilful hands and his curious, inventive mind produced cellos so perfect that people fought to get hold of one. His art was so sought after that the greatest musicians sometimes had to wait several years to touch these magnificent instruments and make them resonate. His passion for his profession outweighed everything else and, he used to say, gave him a reason to feel alive.
I was a member of a group of scavengers, people who were barely passing by in the new world. There were only four of us, but we were paired in twos. Salem and Nicky, and Poppy and I. Poppy was the only female in our group, she was skinny, down to earth, and all smiles. Poppy was my girlfriend before and during the downfall, and we’ve stayed together ever since.
Our group set out near the coldest point in our region, where most of the abandoned resources were left, Salem and Nicky took the lead while me and poppy tailed behind. Poppy’s ponytail, along with the two strands she leaves dangling on her forehead, were waving in the crisp and cold wind. I eyed her pretty hair, and eventually she noticed, gently nudging my side with her elbow. “Quit staring at me ya goob.” She snickered, “easier said than done pop.” I replied, raising my chapped lips up into a smile.
We were told that the area we were searching had been rather hostile recently, so everyone was a bit nervous. An abandoned ship, stuck in the thick ice floor, was surrounded by fog. When we got closer, the rest of the world seemed to disappear. Both sight and sound went away, it was like we stepped into a pocket dimension. Poppy seemed to love the weird atmosphere we just stepped into, she twirled, forgetting what could be watching us. The freezing temperature, along with the relentless wind, made my chapped lips start to leak blood. The iron liquid reached my chin, then flew back with the wind. Poppy wiped my lips, noticing before I did.
Salem and Nicky were careful, taking most of the responsibilities of our group. They entered the broken down ship first, checking the opening room for anything hostile. Poppy and I were still being careless, joking at each other not realizing the danger we were really in. After Salem said it was safe, we stepped in with them, eyeing all of the outdated insides of the ship. From the multiple dead and badly decayed bodies, we could tell that we were not the first to look here. Now I was cautious, my carelessness had gone away.
I slipped my fingers in between poppy’s, hoping to comfort her through this. Salem and Nicky told us to split up, they went up and we went down.
Do you remember one of those horrible breakups which left you with nothing but a crushed heart and unattended overwhelming emotions?
Well, why did it happen?
Was it because you fell in love and weren't returned the same amount of love that you gave to them?
Yes, Perhaps that's the cause!
I'm sorry, I don't mean to start an emotional parade in your busiest hours but isn't it cruel that all those beautiful emotions which went unnoticed and shunned by a handful of ungrateful people are still unattended?
Indeed its painful to love and not be loved back (P. S. I've been the official representative of the United Friendzoned Nation, so don't doubt my knowledge on the subject)
You still blame yourself, don't you?
It still pains, doesn't it?
Let's ease the pain!
How about feeding the strays? They're so cool and loyal!
Or Smile broad at a stranger passing by (not too hard, you're a happy soul and not a creep)
How about taking Mom/Dad out for a spa? (For a change, they might consider you as their favorite child instead of your siblings)
Did you visit the neighborhood Orphanage home? (They need love! They'll never forget it!) The Old age homes too would love to hug you back... (Again, don't you miss your old folks?) This makes us stronger, it uplifts us emotionally and mentally
DuhAhh! It's our moral duty as a human being too!
Its okay to love and not be loved back but it's never okay to fall in love and never get up back again.
So instead of falling, let's rise in love by loving the ones who need and respect it.
Also, love cookies, they're baked, brown, sweet and love you back.
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