Jellymaria’s Weblog

Colors that strikes gold in your life

Light that melts you ex-sorrow soul

In a feeling of sweetness and calm

The sun hangs lazy in a branch-less huge tree

And pushes you to smile, even if nothing fun happened.

Deep blue clouds waiting for a snap,

Create a nimbus around the sun that blushes.

Snow less winter, chill less day,

The air is bright and neat and ticklish,

You can feel the fever pitch,

The integrity of the mood.

Charm, what a powerful mean of harm,

So easy and foolish it is to disarm.

But is this the real face of the truth?

Truth, horrid word emerged from world’s root.

And how can the real be judged now as well,

When all that we are should go straight to hell?

To follow one’s instincts is terrible sin,

Guided by the lust that’s build within.

Who am I? I wonder sometimes and I frown.

A scared stupid shadow that refused going on,

Poisonous ivy to yell all the bad,

A rude vicious killer to slaughter like mad,

A fake hope of love of pace and of joy?

Or maybe just no-one, a puppet, a toy.

Duplicity strikes me, when I look in reflection

The scared one hides afraid of correction,

The vain and the evil grins having a wine

The powerful bitch awaits for a sign.

There’s nothing of truth in this ravishing tale,

I wake up, I’m sweated and nauseous and pale.

Undressed of all the childish dreams,
On destiny's cruel arms I float,
Gave myself up, followed the streams,
I used my empty soul as boat.

I chose to burn the hope and light,
And trade the kindness for a spell,
To reinvent the sense of "right"-
While bathing in a flame from hell.

I hold more power than I can.
And waste some in the name of sin-
Whilst I should eat the root of man,
To stop the orgy of the brain within.

Covered by a thick shell of lies,
And acting as there is no "Then",
All of my inner becomes ice…
When out is flaming as it's born again.

How long will this be possible to last?
Shouldn’t the sky throw me away?
As like the vain angel from past
Punish my life to be as a cliché.

Is dark and chill outside my humid soul,

The brains of my heart breathe weak

And use the legend of the deep to glow.

The kiss is cleared with chlorine

The touch is cut with spade and then

The sight is whipped in cold spirits

I feel you arm bleeding centuries of hate.

I know you need the rats

To eat the cancer spread into your evil lovely limbs.

Now you deny the right to feel

Pretend to ride a different dream

As if I can’t translate your hateful rush.

Is such a pity that we will.

- Mişto, foarte mişto . Mă bag. Ce trebuie să fac?

- Păi, mă gândeam să blend in pentru început. Hai să nu dam de bănuit. Eu continui cu lecţiile de step şi tu poţi continua sa stai în mijlocul cărării. Mâine după apus ieşim de aici şi mergem în laboratorul secret.

- Perfect. Unde e laboratorul secret?

- Albert, aici vine marea problemă. Încă nu avem unul. Ţineam totul ascuns în al doilea etaj de la moară dar cu nebunii ăşti nu mai ştii ce sa te faci. Cred că au distrus laboratorul. Bine că era invizibil şi nu au putut identifica probele. În orice caz, totul este contaminat. Trebuie să începem de la zero.

- La ce te gândeşti mai exact?

- La zero. Zona zero. Centrul grădinii de zarzavat. Ce părere ai? Nu-i genial?

- Scuze Marco, eu sunt doar o piatră, nu văd genialul încă. Ori îmi mai dai o sută de ani, ori un alt indiciu ori îmi spui tu.

-  Albert, cine ar veni până în centrul grădinii ca să strice straturile acum că abia s-au prins răsadurile? Îţi spun eu o sa avem succes. Mâine după apus începem să săpăm, pregăteşte-ţi colţul. O să ne murdărim.

- De ce săpăm, cu respect?

- Laboratorul va fi subteran. Trebuie să facem o incizie de 4.2398 cm diametru pentru a putea introduce instrumentele. Nu avea grija lor. Le găsesc eu sau dacă nu mai sunt am cont pe e-bay ştiu un tip care vinde. Nu prea mai am bani dar îi voi da un rinichi.

- Ce rinichi, parcă erai din fibra e carbon.

- Rinichiul stăpânului Alan…. muhahahahahahahahaaahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!