High Heels

High heels

At Cemetery

among tombs and strange people

A widow so sad

At least she had a moment

One tear to share for the dead

At  Restaurant

you could see two long legs

on her black high heels

as a good living widow must be

At house

alone, the sun going down

a widow not so sad

waiting for whispers and rides

as night falls

while the dawn comes!

and morning rises!

her curled hair wraps other’s face

and all is allowed to get in

into those chastes thighs and legs

the hot breath, the caresses … the kisses

And finally!

in a frenzy’s moment

she cast out His photo

breakable memories  on the floor

One more spasm!

And He, as a good dead man has to be

remained  dead

among tombs and strange people

Baby Fish River – Chapter three

Baby Fish RiverBaby fish

The mother become a river.  Encompassing and drowning everything and everyone. Time later the villagers gave it a name. Baby Fish River. It is there where the place  once was a house once was farmer, once had a family living together……

And the mother there, lying on bed, flowing  … Not one regret  coming from her just waiting for the others  babies and pouring crystalline water, violently ….. She was a goddess creating life.

I could see her expectation. She knew as she  died. She  gave to me a last smile and the stream comes to birth. A source, a spring of a river from the womb of a woman. I did not know what was more spectacular the river or the child…….The brook  birthed and his name was Baby Fish. One Baby birthed together with a river and his name was  Baby Fish.

I just needed  a few seconds to realize that had not longer any children to be born …. That what I was witnessing was as  a gift from nature …. The birth of a new species . But i had no time to discuss that, not now…. all happening too fast . My scientific mind picked out the baby … The theory of Evolution, fields and applications, social implications…. I had to do something and quickly….
I ran out of  the flooded room and started to get  looking for the baby ….. I went downstairs ,rushed  and found  him  suffocating in a puddle …. My God!  he was drowning  at full abundance of oxygen …. I reviewed my concepts quickly and I figured out that  he needed water to survive….. I ran to the kitchen and found a large bowl,  took it and filled it with water. Praying to God for him… Please God sustain his life! That little thing, that little strange baby . I put him on the water and he instinctively dived the little  head into it. He stayed,  gradually returning to normal color ….And i get my breath again. Slowly it comes to me……

I heard wails  coming from upstairs! i saw a water fall falling down the stairs! I had an undetermined creature in front of me. Swimming and breathing under water.  And  on that moment i was the single person who cared  about him…  I was getting crazy !!!!!

I had to leave that place or i’ll die drowned.  I took the child with me.

I took a look behind and what i saw any man on earth saw.  I witnessed the birth of a Big flow. A wonderful flood.

Suddenly i understood. A violent  blow,  further than the first, shook me.  I realized that here, this wonderful place , where i planed to live my life  .  The place that gave me shelter from disputes of land, shooters, violence and destruction that i left behind….here,  was another world. Not my reality, not your reality but their realities….. And still stunned  and trembling my mind could discern… My escape  lead me to this unreal domain… Inside a world that my simple science don’t fit… I had to live for that moment and i have gratefulness for that.

Oh! I have so much more  to say…. But after…  you know. What happened …. But not now. I have to write again to you and others to know what is absolutely necessary know. But not now.

He is alive and there  exist  the   river called Baby Fish River. That is important!

 

Baby Fish River

Baby Fish RiverIt is a new attempt to go ahead, to change, to draw strength from inside. Please forgive me my cruel imagination and my grammatical errors. 

Prologue to a Freak – Chapter One

He birthed  swimming in water,  literally ,  from  4 placenta … They were  in four … But just one lived….  the people who as there , witnessing the birth  they said  he chewed the others 3 fetus . He ate his brothers to survive inside the mother’s womb.

He had to take place of his brothers. That was his nature. He need to stay alive to plant a new species around us. What is the new about this? None. All the time nature change, transform, give birth to strange lives. And we do not care. I care . As a scientist i care….

They don’t know  how to explain years ago and until now … or forgot or they were forced to forget and just accepted the reality… As i did.

My opinion?  Maybe  he  just needed more room to grow. But in the deep of my heart i had a theory…. About involution not evolution of species. I have some wrote on my notes i just have to find….

He was never a freak to me as he was for his mother, father and the world outside …. Was not his fault… no, no, no…. Someone had a extra pair of chromosomes to share, to interfere in the evolution of species. He just was there, close   as I in that memorable incident….

Was not  Darwin that said ” It is not the strongest species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the most susceptible to changes” ? Ok guys i am a fan of Darwin… If he is still alive that would be the definite evidences from his statements…
This boy skipped the evolutionary scale in several generations and managed a mutation …. Born from his  brothers using the others 3 different placentas  to organize, to evolve and to freak us out….. Until  these days ….

I bet you never heard about this in your life…. I bet my heart, my name and what left of me…..

The  fact is :  since he was born  he is called Baby Fish. A torment name to carry on his entire life … I always thought like that.   A boulder, a sin on his shoulders until he dies …..

The  family wanted to hide this story because they think it was a freak story and it is…. But i was there and i did my notes.  I can say;  ancient notes… Very and truly…..And maybe, just maybe i can clear all this things and honor his memory.

He was innocent from all accusations. He simply  fought hardly to live and followed the nature travel.
I dont know what happened with me to remember  after all …. Maybe because it is my latest days  in earth and now i don’t care anymore…. And i think he is not guilty from anything…. So i took my old note book, called my memory and started to write.

I’ve lost my job, my reputation my money all because i was there. And by chance …  Now… i really don’t care about me…. It is done…. If you want to read the real story just sit down and take a breath.  A long my friend and deep breath …. If you don’t agree or think i am a liar just close these notes.  They are only notes from a old man…. There is why i started the story in that way to give you a chance to not read it at all… Just judge me as a crazy man and close it…..

The wood

~he took me to wander into dark night~
i thought…one more effort….

along the way he asked me
thou hast innocent eyes?

in silent walking… the rustle of my petticoats announcing
yes….innocents….

still…leading me to wander into a dark wood
despite all dangerous signs

along the way he asked me
thou hast hidden desires?

in silent i was

yes…hidden desires…

but the treacherous moon arises
suddenly….

catching me in surprise
a glimpse of me appears

bringing light to his blurry eyes….

astonishment and fright

in both hearts….

touching the blue vein with smooth fingers
a delight  ~finishing my pain~floresta negra

drowning an endless thirst
no time for answers still

my fangs, hands, body on him
Muscle stiffness ~deep breath~

Oh!

let me finish with you quickly
thou  need that and i too

~he took me to wander into dark night~

My Ghost Love!

I was taking your image with me
from the beginning , so long…..
difficult to talk about you
I know you so “douce”

some ghosts appeared
said their names
but I did not believe
I heard only a slow death
for not being from you
and died in each satisfaction

and died in every word I knew it was not from you

I mistook the game
I spoke of love
and again was just ghosts
because your sweet slow death was over me
over and over

now my ghost love
that i tasted the cold reality
that comes from your stone
i am falling down
and touching your bare neck
again man alone

Blooming flowers of cherry trees!

cherry-blossom-You were among the flower of cherry trees
and you carried  me so lovingly

and
while the fragrance reached
transforms the  scent in remembrance

I still can not drink champagne
and champagne to  be
but a gulp, at once
in his honor, in a calyx

I already did!

Oh! But

I can be one Chablis!!!!

The other senses????
AH! should be around

forgotten on the same place

where bloomed the  Cherry Trees!