LeonHerlen

ENGLISH UNFINISHED Through a shadow forest I stride, Feeling the soft caress of the dark trees Whose fragrant aroma fascinates me And makes me get lost in my senses. Suddenly, in the middle of the clearing, Two deep lakes appear before me, Reflecting the blue moonlight, Making me lose my soul. Through a beautiful path I'm lost, Walking by a small cliff, By a canyon and by fountains of life. In between them, my eyes get lost Watching the beauty of the two mountains Standing in my horizon, guiding me to my destination. I feel the approaching storm behind me And I'm aware I'll soon have to find shelter. I hurry, but I continue

ENGLISH THE KISS Pain. That was the first sensation you had. You felt away from yourself, even if you saw everything through your own eyes. The pain burnt your guts. A night, a century, an hour, a milisecond. Did it matter? Pain, pain... Pain? Pleasure. The ecstasy overcame you. Your throat let out a deep moan. Your breath grew short, your lungs complained, but you were still alive. Pleasure. Pleasure, but you felt your life escaping slowly with every second (millenium?) that went by. Tears of pain and pleasure streamed down your cheeks. Pleasure. You felt feathers caressing your skin, black ones like an onyx. White ones, like the pur

ENGLISH REVERIE I open my eyes. The morning light enters through the blinds on my window and wakes me up, as it does every day. Each day closer to sunrise, every time I'm more tired. I close my eyes again, and I try to go back to sleep, but an image stays behind my eyelids: a woman with red hair, eyes the color of the ocean and perfect white skin, just like porcelain. I wish to stop seeing it and go back to my dreams, but she won't let me. An alarm goes off and I have to get up. I have to go back to the world where technology invades my space, where everyone could go unnoticed, but no one wants that. As I go through my daily routine, a far

ENGLISH Reflection on the sand "The Prisoner and the Lady are married. That is the truth... I want to go back and that is the truth. I have to go back and that is the truth. I'll go crazy if i don't go back and that is the truth... I am afraid, and that is the truth." - Stephen King (The Dark Tower III: The Wastelands) That drop of music, that gram of moon, that touch of roses and the scent of sand gave birth to a golden soul. Night after night its magic would float around it, making it run down the wind, drink fire, bleed dust and feel the breeze of the water. Night after night this golden soul would see howls, hear faces and read

ENGLISH Let us be the Night Sweet Selene, the one who lights her children, Forgive my insolent action of writing these lines to you. You, who have seen the entire development of mankind and with your sister, earth, you have poured painful silver tears when mankind hurts you both. It is your unique characteristic of existing both at night and during the day, which only you possess and allows you to see: night is your kingdom but you are the great lighthouse that illuminates the earth more beautifully than the sun ever could. And the stars, your distant partners, they only watch us with sorrow. For they only exist before our eyes when the sk

ENGLISH: Nights. I still remember the night I saw you for the first time: hearing that door open behind me, your inquiring eyes watching me, wondering how someone like me could be in that place. We belonged to opposite sides according to everyone... Perhaps that was the reason that made you notice me in the first place. You came over and asked me what I was doing there. When I said I was going to see a woman, one you happened to hate, you asked me in a voice filled with hatred what my relationship with her was. Your eyes went from intrigued, to hateful and, once I explained my reasons, to calm. Keeping calm, as usual, (I certainly wouldn't

ENGLISH Sins When I thought of writing something tonight, I thought about making a confession. A confession of all the sins my soul has commited. I thought about exposing myself as a vile and ruthless creature that was, in the end, nothing more than a victim of the circumstances, but who was willing to accept its fair punishment to purify itself. But once I started writing, those words didn't trascend good intentions, I'd never take the blame because every "crime" commited was commited for good reasons. I ask you, is it a sin to remove the nuisances that bring distress into our lives? Imagine that you've spent a lot of time without seeing

ENGLISH EQUINOX -"What lies beyond the stars?" - She asked, her emerald eyes glowing in the silver light that Selene cast that night... -"It really is unknown to me, princess... But I know that as long as they exist - he stated, looking intently into her eyes - this night will not end. The morning may come, but they will not disappear from the memory of this night and in this manner they shall exist forever in our essences." -"I hadn't thought about it in those terms, my knight... It's a real shame you can't stay with me to watch them hide as day breaks." -"I know. But we can keep on watching them as long as we're bathed in the moonlight