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Monday 4 January 2016

My very own Sun


On a sleepless day I gazed around me the sky was bright green and dazzling, burning the very sockets of my existence, leaving traces of doubt behind.

I come upon her the lucid Queen.


Sunday 6 December 2015

Venegaria Part 2

A strange man walks in. An elegance in his soft step, lightly touching the ground he seemed to lithely hover towards me.
            He was wearing an old fashioned suit that certainly had seen better days. Might have even been dazzling at a time and there was a strange quality about him. He seemed ageless and the harder I tried to figure it out the more I drifted. He wore a top hat and had a bushy black handlebar moustache, a long tailcoat jacket with a short chest piece of the darkest of black colours that created an impression of the void. A white shirt and a dark red bow tie meticulously well groomed and matched to his whole attire. His eyes flickered like the stars and he had a cool demeanour about him. He wore one small square spectacle shining gold in the empty room. And just before greeting me he extracted from his pocket a golden chain with nine small watch trinkets all famously decorated and each individual watch was as completely different as the next. It would seem that he checked the time but he took each watch into account and turned towards me.
‘’You are late.’’ I couldn’t tell if he was angry or if there even was any emotion at all. I was taken aback, my mind just shut off as insufficient energy coursed through my brain. I just stood there taking nothing into account looking straight into his deep eyes. I was a pillar, I could barely take my breaths in and mustering my last sanity I asked.
‘’Who are you?’’ With probably what was the most dumbfounded kind of looks I sat right in front of a man that I had never seen in my life, inside a room that was utterly gloomy and dreadful and the only words that my brain could generate and my mouth could utter were just those words. I needed a full explanation. My sanity required it.
                ‘’I am Rodriguez but my name is not of any importance’’ He briskly combed his moustache.
                ‘’I am the butler.’’ Welcome to our humble home.’’ A small bow was his only movement.
                ‘’Where am I?’’ Suddenly my mind fast triggered while my heart quickened.
                ‘’Venegaria Hotel.’’ ‘’Where roses bloom’’
                ‘’How did I get here?’’ My heart leaping.
                ‘’I do not know. I can just show you around.’’ A small smile surfaced.
              My head was about to blow. I was lost and it seemed I was at the edge of unreal. Just as I was about to burst into rage, he extracted his chain again, his square spectacle a mirror of my soul. He took each trinket observing it individually and making slight facial expressions some more serious than others.

                ‘’It’s time’’ He was commanding me. I don’t know what made my mind to listen to him and follow him outside of the door, to the unknown but something crept up to my brain, tearing my soul, unblocking my mind.

To be continued...

Monday 20 April 2015

Venegaria


I woke crouched up strangely in a corner of a room knees tucked in pressing against me.