Tuesday, January 10, 2006
today in the news
sometimes life is all fun, sometimes it can be such as byatch, today... well, today she is just behaving....
Friday, January 06, 2006
The stone that became a heart
ACT 1, "genesis"
once upon the time, there was a rock that could talk and walk, it was amazing just for this qualities; indeed it was a happy rock... but how did that happen?; nobody knows because the only one present when this happened was the rock and it says that it can only remember moments after it happened, then again who are we to doubt its word, but anyway details about that are not of importance for this story; what really is important, its all about things it learned, like... it learned to talk, and then to sing, to move and then to dance, with this little, it was feeling stronger and it feel that it was time to show its qualities to the world arround it, and what better way than a play!!; where, it was a king, a dragon slayer and pretty strong warrior; the rock started to have feelings, felt pride (for a well performed play), and happiness, as the watchers cheered it; it was becoming more complex, every minute that it experienced, was imprinting a small mark on it and soon enough the marks started to give it a new shape, they made him evolve, and it gained new abilities like jumping, running, all the time was a new reason to celebrate, yeah those were great times, nothing bad was in its pat, yet...., because it wasn't complete,even though it didn't know it but it has never felt love, therefore it has never seen what really life is all about, never had someone that could give it the means to jump into something more... , more ...Alive....
ACT 2:"that is where you come in"
life, certainty must go on, and certainty all in it's life was about to change, a woman , more than that.... a muse, the first woman, it has ever seen, and of course!, it was reason enough to get it intrigued about the creature of feminine forms, every time the intrigue grew bigger and stronger, as it wached her from the distance, always from the distance, with every little fact that it was discovering about this new found muse, like a puppy after doing a trick, it was happy for the "treat", yeah still the happiness was there, but oh!, the problem begun, to know her, was becomin less than enough for it, a sense of reciprocity was in call, but how to? Because course it was too small, and too mineral, to be notice; this muse was daily being worship, yet she could not hear this prayers, and that began to be unpleasant for this little rock, for the very first time it was unhappy, the once king of the play and mighty warrior became nothing but a restless mind, better yet a zombie, for the first time the anxiety was present, now it was getting ready to learn to love, and even that it had the idea of love, it wasn't feeling it, why, why, how , how..... , how to make this, this goddess to acknowledge it, and even more important, to love it, and finally for it to love back, such as big task for such as small thing, ....
ACT 3 "awareness"
and so the time became meaningless, all the days and nights were all the same, its no use to explain, coz it all just remember the pain, and so well skip until the day that that the inspiration came, the revelation of its own self, like waching its reflect in water, it realize the truth, it was feeling it, it had already became what it was looking for, all those ting that it has experience e slowly, it stopped being and "it" and had became a "he", he became a heart, and all it needed to be notice was to beat, to beat and he would have the opportunity to be notice.... how ironic, anyway the next step its no revelation for its well known that to be close to the loved one, could make one's heart go faster, and it may also make one to start beating, just the right distance is required, enough to let the warm be felt, and the skin be touched; unfortunately exactly in the part that this beatless heart is getting closer to that muse is where this story ends.
epilogue: why? it ends here, because the story is not about "a" heart, its about "the" heart that any muse could fill with light, and every woman tells a diferent story, its about all the beauties that form that muse called "womankind", and only womankind is able to tell the end of this story.... stories......
once upon the time, there was a rock that could talk and walk, it was amazing just for this qualities; indeed it was a happy rock... but how did that happen?; nobody knows because the only one present when this happened was the rock and it says that it can only remember moments after it happened, then again who are we to doubt its word, but anyway details about that are not of importance for this story; what really is important, its all about things it learned, like... it learned to talk, and then to sing, to move and then to dance, with this little, it was feeling stronger and it feel that it was time to show its qualities to the world arround it, and what better way than a play!!; where, it was a king, a dragon slayer and pretty strong warrior; the rock started to have feelings, felt pride (for a well performed play), and happiness, as the watchers cheered it; it was becoming more complex, every minute that it experienced, was imprinting a small mark on it and soon enough the marks started to give it a new shape, they made him evolve, and it gained new abilities like jumping, running, all the time was a new reason to celebrate, yeah those were great times, nothing bad was in its pat, yet...., because it wasn't complete,even though it didn't know it but it has never felt love, therefore it has never seen what really life is all about, never had someone that could give it the means to jump into something more... , more ...Alive....
ACT 2:"that is where you come in"
life, certainty must go on, and certainty all in it's life was about to change, a woman , more than that.... a muse, the first woman, it has ever seen, and of course!, it was reason enough to get it intrigued about the creature of feminine forms, every time the intrigue grew bigger and stronger, as it wached her from the distance, always from the distance, with every little fact that it was discovering about this new found muse, like a puppy after doing a trick, it was happy for the "treat", yeah still the happiness was there, but oh!, the problem begun, to know her, was becomin less than enough for it, a sense of reciprocity was in call, but how to? Because course it was too small, and too mineral, to be notice; this muse was daily being worship, yet she could not hear this prayers, and that began to be unpleasant for this little rock, for the very first time it was unhappy, the once king of the play and mighty warrior became nothing but a restless mind, better yet a zombie, for the first time the anxiety was present, now it was getting ready to learn to love, and even that it had the idea of love, it wasn't feeling it, why, why, how , how..... , how to make this, this goddess to acknowledge it, and even more important, to love it, and finally for it to love back, such as big task for such as small thing, ....
ACT 3 "awareness"
and so the time became meaningless, all the days and nights were all the same, its no use to explain, coz it all just remember the pain, and so well skip until the day that that the inspiration came, the revelation of its own self, like waching its reflect in water, it realize the truth, it was feeling it, it had already became what it was looking for, all those ting that it has experience e slowly, it stopped being and "it" and had became a "he", he became a heart, and all it needed to be notice was to beat, to beat and he would have the opportunity to be notice.... how ironic, anyway the next step its no revelation for its well known that to be close to the loved one, could make one's heart go faster, and it may also make one to start beating, just the right distance is required, enough to let the warm be felt, and the skin be touched; unfortunately exactly in the part that this beatless heart is getting closer to that muse is where this story ends.
epilogue: why? it ends here, because the story is not about "a" heart, its about "the" heart that any muse could fill with light, and every woman tells a diferent story, its about all the beauties that form that muse called "womankind", and only womankind is able to tell the end of this story.... stories......
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