Hereby and publicly I declare this is just a coincidence and it is not my intention to compete with the blog "Easy Way (A Blog For Children) by Aunt Mary. Signed Od Liam.
The last sunbeams were running fast into the horizon...
Opening the eyes he felt an immense vacuum that seemed to inhabit his feverish mind.
The sticky taste was around his mouth and extended far into the throat, it was primary over all other feelings.
The uncomfortable well being, was a surprise. Everything was there, he was complete but... dissatisfied. Thirst was unbearable.
As a flash an image crossed his mind and disappeared; the beast has attacked so suddenly there was not time to think. Surely it was the memory of a nightmare.
He tried to move the body, and it was so easy that it seemed he was already in the new position when it arrived there.
Strange sensation.
He moved, or better, he slid into the bathroom, put the light on and looked into the mirror.
The mirror reflected nothing!
The music is a fragment of the Vampire Song "Bloodletting" by Concrete Blonde.
Thank you Aunt Mary by your nominating me by the second time, this one to so beautiful award!
A Very Inspiring Blogger Award is a serious thing!
That I admire and love Aunt Mary Blog goes without saying, if you do not know the blog
VISIT IT NOW (And I mean now!) :)
The Rules:-
1. Nominate other bloggers for the award and link back to them. Difficult task!
2. Link back to the blogger who nominated you and thank them. need technical skill
3. Post the award logo on your page. Easy... isn't it?
4. Share 7 facts about yourself. Ha! seven more than some blogs back, of course!
Seven Facts about me:
1.- I am handsome! (well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so what have you to say?)
2.- I like swans, black swans, they remind me of "The lake of the Swans" (What else?) :)
3.- I like brunettes, well, also blonde, redheaded, and everyone who is not a male!
4.- I do not like guns, rifles, and arms in general. I do not know which side must aim to the foe!
5.-
I wouldn't kill myself whatsoever the reason, but in the occurrence of
the situation, since one never can predict the future, I will use a
cannon; I want everybody to know (and hear) about the event.
6.- Each time I start typing on my laptop, I lose a big time looking for my right hand, no way! it seems I have two left hands!
7.-
I feel utmost happy when a custom clerk, greets me by my name while I
approach the counter, that makes me World Citizen. Silly, ain't it?!!
My Nomination For The Very Inspiring Blogger Award:
Dawn walked into the day with the usual sure radiance.
Light was an irreducible master about to take control.
The last tendrils of nights imagined a small and losing battle against the hordes of minute points of brilliance that were coming by myriads into the space, but it was just a figment of imagination, there was not manner to stop the glory of the day.
They retreated letting the dark overgarment that concealed the indistinct bluer tint of every inch of the sky cede into the light blue of the new day, followed by night creatures looking for their lair to protect them until the new night opened its doors to darkness .
Only the Moon resisted these last moments of life, calling her ultimate efforts to help her vanish in a regal requiem holding her memory till the next moment when Light will be lost under the always impartial horizon.
Her last sparks gleamed with the splendor of the goddess that she is...
The music is "Moon Requiem" composed and performed by Zero-Project.
Once upon a time there existed, and still exists now, somewhere, a place where the mist hides the long vision, and near where the horizon can be touched with the hand, a kingdom which, odd as it may seem took the name of Lexicon.
Sitting in the middle of the land covered by the realm is the Capital City called a bit unoriginally "Word City" which is full of inhabitants stable and transient.
Some years ago, in this varicolored place, resided two Words friends, taking advantage of the most
beautiful building of the city, surrounded by happiness, and every thing they need.
They were the word GOOD and the word IRENIC, they have found a similar trait in them, so they become friends and enjoyed their relationship.
One day IRENIC came back to her house, and she found in her mail a blue envelope with the City Hall seal that crushed her heart! In this mail the Major informed her that due to relevant regulations valid at the time she was to be evicting from the dwellings in beautiful places of the city and it was
imperative for her to leave the place carrying all her belongings and moved to the slums that surrounded the city.
IRENIC tried to tell GOOD of her predicament, but she found out that she was prevented to access to any way of communication and there was only the way to the slums opened to her. In a few moments she had become a pariah of the society. Without power to change her destiny, IRENIC was waning into oblivion, and she was not totally forgotten because there are some dictionaries that still list her. But it is just a question of time for her total vanishing.
When GOOD realized IRENIC could not be found in her house, she went to all the places where it was possible her friend could be, but when she could not find a trace of her, she decided to go to the City Hall to ask for the search of a lost word.
She was sent from office to office until a very formal civil agent informed her that since there was so few persons that used the word IRENIC in the normal language, and in the determination to keep downtown of Word City uncluttered, the law ordered that those word with no use were deported to the slums of the city to be forgotten, unless they were lucky enough to be brought back in use again.
GOOD tried to reason with the civil agent asking him to give her the new address of her friend, but we all know what a civil agent is, he was very 'helpful' but could not give GOOD any 'help' since the law enforced the erasure of all things belonging to those words destined to exile and loneliness. There was a coded number in the Main Computer that could be used only in case the word was retrieved from her expulsion.
Finding herself helpless to change this situation, she sat to think a way to help her sister and an idea came to her mind:
She would write a letter and put it in Internet, so everybody could read it. Maybe, just maybe, it could help.
This is the letter:
Dear users of internet in our language, I beg of you to make the effort of learning the greatest number of words you possibly can, and that you use them many, many times a day. This will help to relieve a very huge pain to our words that become forlorn expression without your help, and are condemned to oblivion in the most dire place of the world.
Since then, this note can be found everywhere in places of English speaking people, looking for supporter for this good cause to alleviate a painful and unnecessary exile.
Please, join us in this crusade.
The music is "Alone" written and performed by Kenny G.
The trendy lady was coming my way, it was a good opportunity to ask for alms.
I essayed some smiles staring at me in the shop window of the bake store, looking for one that she could find likable.
As my Grandma always tells me: "Child, you cannot catch flies with vinegar."
I am not sure I understand, but if flies are like me, surely they do not drink vinegar, if vinegar is that water put together with oil on the table.
When she was at my side, I spoke with a firm voice (Grandma tells not to be plangent when asking because that makes people reject you, I do not know the exact meaning, but it seems we must not cry in public), so I spoke with a firm, but underprivileged voice. This I have rehearsed with Grandma, and she was satisfied.
"Can you help me with some coins to buy food, madam?"
Looking down at me from her breastwork of furs, she said:
"Food?". "Is it that you have not breakfasted today?"
"Oh, yes madam", I answered civilly (Grandma advice again), "I drank two cups of tea made with the little bags that Mr. Watson gave us the day before yesterday and we are using since then". I informed her so she could see we are not in total hardship.
The woman arched her made up eyebrows, and while she let drop some coins in my hand, murmured:
"Tea cups..., used tea bags..., What a world!!" Then she seemed to think something and with a brightening face advised me:
"Child, tell your mother", ( the poor thing did not know my Mum is buying some vegetable since two years now, we have no news about her, but we are not worried, she will come back as soon as she finds whatever green she is looking for), "tell your mother to give you a good T-bone with smashed potatoes, instead of tea. It is more nourishing!"
Why people insist in saying words I do not understand?
Several days afterward I saw the furred lady again, I found her just turning a corner, when she saw me, she stopped and asked me:
"Have you eaten T-bones and smashed potatoes, this morning?"
Trying not to disappoint her, I answered politely: "Yes, madam!"
She looked doubtful and asked: "How many?"
This time, doing what Grandma says about always telling the truth, I answered:
The Fire Sword at the Entering Gate prevents the coming back of the old dwellers.
A century and another century must go by during seven aeons and one aeon before the dream ends and humankind in its own essence leaves the exile of Reality.
And by that time when Adam pronounces the name Eve, there will be not the echo of «Lilith» in his soul.
"Adam, Eve and the serpent", picture from the XV Century. "Adam and
Eve Evicted from Paradise", by Gustave Doré. Pietro Mascagni, Cavalleria rusticana - "Intermezzo"
