OhA sinister existence in the crowd
I heard him talk in the background,
" . . . earliest accounts I possess of my progenitors."
That's him . . . handkerchiefly speaking.
But certainly sensuous.
He pulled out my apron-strings,
And hand me a pocket handkerchief.
That's it. I'm naked in front of him.
I can't miss!
"Madamoiselle will have the goodness to give me ten francs."
"If only you would scrub my toes and kiss my shoes . . ."
I'm an excellent princess.
You're better than Rome!
An Art Extraordinaire
Starting off with quite a blow, he works in maintenance at day and an art thief extraordinaire at night. Quite charming, at first glance. Rather deceitful, at third glimpse. Why skip the second? Because he will not be there.
Having quite an eye for details, he would make such one magnificent officer of the law; however, he is more concern of being free rather than abiding by what is supposed to be touchstones of being ordinarily civil. He doesn't like to stay in the sidelines. In some sense, he will go beyond the standard measure to get what his eyes have caught, leaving no prints nor mark but just a picture of what is supposed to be therejust a mere memory for the people who have seen what once is beautiful masterpiece.
Polished, lustrous, shiny gold and silverno, he isn't into that. What he wants is consummate, creative, cultivated, crafty, cultured masterpiece: as a person might say,
I Stopped And RewoundYou . . . I stopped wondering about you two seconds ago. I started wondering about another the second after two seconds ago. I would wake up every morning thinking what was it that I'm supposed to be glad aboutevery morning since I've known you. I used to look at your picture and say, "You." But not anymore. It was my fault. I didn't turn when you called my name in that room with the old piano, because I couldn't feel anything. I was tired. Just plain tired.
People thought I was being selfish when I was simply trying to be happy, so I started to please everybody; however, everybody wasn't very easy to pleaseI was still selfish in every direction. Long time ago, I had a friend who would listen to my attempts of understanding me, and then he stopped because he couldn't deal with all my changes that I've come to learn while being with you. I thought the changes were gr
Magic MushroomA girl wandered aimlessly through the suburban town of hers, bored out of her mind. "Each day, this place turns green," she told herself, looking around, breathing all her surroundings that, in her perspective, were all candy-colored.
"You aren't Hansel or Gretel, so why do you see these buildings like that? No, don't answer that. Have you heard the story of the legendary penny who wanted to become a foot?"
Shocked, she slowly turned to where the voice was coming from, "A speaking mango tree. Entertain me."
The speaking mango tree told the girl the story of the diddly life of a penny: his rather appalling but moving journey. "There was only one happenstance that made a difference upon the life of this petty, paltry, piddling penny," he told the girl.
"I see what you did there, but go on. No pause. Enlighten me," pushed the girl.
"All right. The event that changed the course of the penny's life was w
Title is too long for thisWhy Use Your Bare Feet, When You Have a Special Wing?
In a street in Berlin, you were stuck, walking, feeling the whole world under your bare feet. Scared. Breathing heavily. Choked up. Which way should you turn? Suddenly, you've remembered that place you used to go. A tall building in Berlin. A place for hiding. A place for fresh air. "Are they still looking for me?" you asked yourself.
You love Berlin, but you couldn't stand the people. As you slowly ages, the feeling of mortality has been eating you. Back in the days, when you were ten, carelessly running around the city, happily playing with trees instead of other children, you've got nothing to worry. October 24th, 1998 was your eleventh birthday, so you rushed home because you know what has been waiting for you. There it was. Balloons. Hang on. T