Un claro de LunaUn claro de la Luna
de Cesar G. Manrique, el Lunes, 14 de marzo de 2011 a las 12:57
Oh, claro de luna
que te encuentras en mi ventana
que horribles deseos
me traes esta noche.
Qué magia usas
para mantenerme despierto
la vida incesante
carente de aliento.
La nube no es más
que tu abismo latente
y la luna tu deseo
de que yo te mire fijamente.
Oh, claro de luna
cuál es esa melodía
que danzas al hiriente compás,
aquel que no te permite ser libre.
Es aquel que te mantiene
unido a la luna...
Luigi's Mansion Dark Moon: pt 2PLEASE Reread, as I have re-written this chapter. I realize my previous posting was below the quality I normally give my readers, and for this I apologize. I can only hope you enjoy this rewrite more than the original.More Like This
Luigi awoke some time later from another nightmare, swearing he heard Mario calling his name. Sighing, he sat up and glanced at the clock.
Mario's either still out, or he went to bed, Luigi thought. He jumped slightly as the tv screen went fuzzy.
"Huh?" Getting up, he approached and reached for the knob.
"LUIGI!" a voice yelled.
Luigi yelped and falling on his backside, he scooted back against the chair. The screen cleared and showed Professor Gadd.
"Professor? What the..."
"I need your help, m'boy. The ghosts of Evershade Valley have gone crazy! Er, what are you doing on the floor?"
Luigi got up and dusted himself off. "Ghosts? Professor, I don't think-"
"Stay still," Gadd interrupted, "I'm firing the pixalator now!"
"Wha? No! Professor, I don't w
Luigi's Mansion Dark Moon pt. 01Luigi clutched at the sheets, sweat gathering on his brow. His breath quickened, his heart pounding as the nightmare took hold. Whimpers and sobs were beginning to escape him. As he was drawn deeper into the dream, his body tensed, cries slipping past his lips.More Like This
The crown with the ruby....
The endless hallways....
His own shadow, hanging limp from a noose...
Red eyes glowed as maniacal laughter surrounded him....
A ghost appeared, stretching and wrapping tightly around him. Frightened, he fought back, kicking and squirming.
Feeling drained, the younger Mario brother gave in, allowing the cold grip pull him into a dark room, where glowing eyes stared at him.
Mario cradled his little brother as Luigi gripped Mario's nightshirt and twitched in fear. It had started over a month ago. Every night Luigi had awakened from dark dreams, crying for help. Soon he had become so exhausted that he would sleep through the ordeal, awakening later feeling tired and scared.
Mumbling, Luigi le
AdormecidaQue alguien me digaMore Like This
si es que a la música se le acabó el encanto
o si mis oídos dejaron de escuchar.
Si el cielo es incoloro
o mis ojos ciegos.
Si los girasoles se cansan de girar…
Que alguien me diga
que el mar es infinito
y que las estrellas no son sólo gas…
Que alguien me diga que todavía hay fuego que funda
un corazón de metal.
Que alguien me grite
que el encanto regresa;
que el viento se lleva las hojas secas…
que hay un sol y una primavera.
Que el alma se puede descongelar…
Porque mis letras están vacías,
al igual que mi mirada.
Porque hoy no sé si el asfalto puede brillar…