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Back Again

18 Jun

I know… It’s been a while… But I haven’t left!!!! Marilia is still here but very very busy!!!! All these exams and preparations for my erasmus exchange have kept my blogging back but, now that my exams will finally end and everything is set, I’ll have more time for blogging!!!!!! Thus, I’ll keep my promise for posting new stuff every Tuesday! Believe me, I have a bunch of new things to share with you! 😉

For the time, I have this poem I came up  while reading Literary Theory and Criticism! I know, it happens almost every time for me to get inspired during exam periods! But that’s how things are! 
Enjoy 🙂

 

Madhouse_by_Il0v3pAiN

The Snake Pit

The city’s dark,

plumed with the fear of people

who inhabit it,
The air is dry and suffocating,

the smell is rotten and humid,
Everything is silent,

only red greasy creatures are moving

between the leaves,
I wonder why I ended up there, in a nowhere where no-one’s here

to verify my own existence,
I wonder, from the cold glassy waiting room that has now become my prison,

why I let them take me here?,
Ghost-like figures are passing before me, their eyes are hollow,

their mouths are black,
They’re trying to speak with seamed lips, but I can’t understand,

or I don’t want to yet,
Wild eyes are slowly making my heart quiver,

eyes once filled with essence,
And when the man in white comes to my side,

whispering me things once lost in my oblivion-I scream,
But he won’t leave my side, he’ll always be there,

my memory, my guilt, my shadow, my enemy, my ally and my broken hopes

of a world I once wanted to seduce,
I’m still here, tied on a bed of silk and thorns,

and the only thing I’ve left is my deviant fantasies and the fiend that lurks in the shadows…

Picture by ~Il0v3pAiN

Writing Again: Frost-Extract I

21 Feb

Since my exam period is finally over, I started writing again!

Last time I posted about a new project I had in mind and here is the first extract. The weather here is cold again and this made me work on it with greater enthusiasm. After all, I need cold weather to write Frost! 🙂

Major source of inspiration about the place  was a random search I was doing on Canadian mountains a while ago. When I saw Wells Gray Provincial Park I was so amazed by the beauty of the landscape. Canada is one of my favorite places and I wanted to combine it with my love about Irish folklore. So I ended up with a new heroine  of Irish origin  living in Canada.

Oh, I wish I could visit both Ireland and Canada. But for the time I have a lot of things to do here 😛

kanada-british_columbia-wells_gray_provincial_park-helmcken_fall11 Wells Gray Provincial Park, east-central British Columbia, Canada

 

Extract from Frost Project

I

 When I was little, I used to write Santa a letter like all the other kinds. Most of the times I asked him to bring snow over Gray Wells, but this wasn’t even necessary because Gray Wells was covered in snow most of the year.

 It may not have all these fancy decorations like the big cites had with a million colorful lights but it’s the hearts of people that made this place merry, not some plastic lights. Every year, the mayor would appoint the Municipal workers to set the big tree right in the largest square of our town. When in primary school, I used to go every Christmas to help decorating it along with my father. Now it seemed bit of absurd but, when they needed volunteers, I never missed the chance to go and offer my help. This reminded me that the spirit of solidarity still floated in there air.

 This snowy season was the best thing for me. I didn’t know why but looking at the tiny snowflakes landing on the surface of the earth was so awe-inspiring. Plus, I wasm’t like the rest of my age. I disn’t know the reason but I almost never seem to get cold enough and the only possible explanation the local doctor had given my father was that I’ve an extraordinary thermoregulation system.

 I was thankful, because Gray Mountain was so beautiful when it was covered all in snow and the yews and pines on the slope were full of transparent stalagmites.

 “She’s here!” I suddenly heard crossing the huge wooden bridge over the river. A few meters ahead, the Blue Square was all full of workers sweeping away yew leaves. “Noel!” I heard my name and then a bunch of seven year olds turned to wave at me, all wearing caps in different colors.

“Hey little fellows.” I said when I was finally near them “Who’s ready to fill this tree up?”

“We are!”

“That’s right! But, before that, where is Mr. Jacobson?”

She’s on his van,” a sweet voice echoed in my ears and then I saw the boy with the blue scarf smiling at me with his two front teeth missing.

“Mr. Jacobson is a he, Tobias, not a she!” I murmured patting his head lightly.

“Really?” Tobias exclaimed all in surprise.

“Indeed.” I smiled at him and then moved towards a blue minivan a few meters away from the tree. “Mr. Jacobson?” I shouted and the man in the green coat turned to my direction.