UNBROKEN

The Home

The shadows were dancing with the fire of bonfire, and the man was thinking about the past, but it was a long time ago, her smile was vanishing from his mind, his eyes have lost their light and the reality is devouring his memories, laceration without pain in his body were made by the razors of the wind, the darkness was his home the fire was his punishment, no more tears form his eyes, his voice was cold like his soul, but not as cold as the place where he lies, his clothes were torn a long time ago and he was still in the same place. The time was just time in this place without sun, without stars, the moon have disappeared in this real and ti was in his heart, shining with power of a past love, when the wolf was singing to her, but the wolf was to old, very tired and to blind to walk the same path, here was his final place int the shadows, the sound of a step bring another memories to him, She was listening to him with her black curls, and and curious questions but he was thinking in why, but the end was quick an painfull, the ghost path was his way, the past was a heavy rock in the back,

When the steps cesed she was here again but this time she wasn't alone, there was a man with her, both were black robes, and the man began to speak.
-Here you are again lonely, paying for sins you didn't commit.
-No I am here because I want to be here, this is the place I belong, because here is the only place where she is not going to come.
Her face was full with anger and she said
-Always her only her. She is happy or sad, but is not your fate suffer just because you want you love the pain, what is wrong with you?
-Nothing my sins are greater, maybe not for your eyes or to you father, but for mine are the worst and I should paid for them, In live I have paid, but here I can  think about a lot of things, the past is part of me, like you are part of this world, nothing more can be said but a lot of things can be made, The reality is just a mirage, of the human life. But now here this fire show me the power to beleive, the power to walk against the wind in the darkness night, Maybe this is just a dream and you will be the godess of the death.
She was smiling, when the man in black robes said
-Then this will be your home in the deep place of my realm
-Thanks my lord
-But I will come here again.
-As you wish
The women said
-I am not going to give up, I will let you play with the madness. But just for now.
-

pwr

Nothing to lose, the power of believe, the mind of a dreamer fool the option to create, the fact of destruction in a room full of spirits of fallen dreams, I am not perfect like the gentleman of the XIX century, I have lost my honor, by my mistakes but I am still alive,I am very proud to suicide, the  time is running and my live with it, paying the sins, dancing with the madness, dreaming with the past, I have the power to continue in this maze, this is no the end of this history the moon is behind the sky, the princess is in her palace and the rose is playing with her thorns.  

Demons are mine I had create them, they are part of me, maybe they will be the ones who will destroy my soul and mind, But also they have give me the power to fight against them, every night is battle to confront, The sins are there my past is there, the future is uncertain, the fridge full of beer, and the vodka of the last tuesday, one more day, the coffee in  the morining, the juice a couple of minutes later, a shot of vodka with it, the sun is hide across the sky are only clouds, moving like a ghost disappearing between the streets, the stealth motion of one who hate to make noise, one who love the silent.

The old man was sit in the shadows waiting for her, the night was cold, but the fire was strong, She was walking with her black dress, the clouds were over the sky, the only light was provided by the fire. The game was over a long time ago, his soul was her property, because he did not have the desire to fight again. The dreams and the sins.

The dice have been thrown, when she asked - are you happy here alone, far away from the place you belong - He open his eyes and with a cold voice answered - I have forsaken my past my present and my future - You could be with me if you want - I am not worthy, but your words are like the sing of an angel to me -  But you not believe in gods -  And you are here - I will come again until I hear the correct answer - I hope you have a nice return to your realm.

12 06 15 02

My head is a mess, a lot of knots running wild, running free, the convergence, is not as good as I wish, the true didn't free me, the night is still killing me, the word are still resouing in me head in my dreams the code is insane, your faces is windows  I see, the mind is playing a geme I know I will not win, the rain cool the wather the sun is out of reach, my instincts clame for vengances and my heart for her lips, the dice have been tossed, the wheel of destiny is running without stop, crushing all in their way,Dyonisio is my friend this morning, this afternoon and this night, the sweet taste of fermented grape, the beer is not enough, There are not heroes in this story, the happy ending is not know, even if the possibility exist, th bet is high if you want something the prices should be paid and the sacrifice made. I am in debt with my own demons, and they did not accept excuses and make me paid everynight with the dreams of the beautiful past, of the gorgeous future that I will never reach.

The morning coffee is bitter, like the memories of a short past, names and action that mark the future without glory, full of pain, the books are empty, even when they are full of words that make the characters walk between the realm of reality and imagination, the poet in a dark place of city with the beautiful darkness of the forgotten, her name is in the air, that call shoul be make it, but the impact is to be viewed in the future, I donot know if it was the best action, but is mine is just mine. All the little things she told me are still in me, maybe is to late to forget, you have made ​​your decision, but I also, I am ghost walking among the humans, writing without seeking redemption because I do not deserve it.

The seek for knowledge make live, make me feel alive, the pain is part of me, it make me powerful, the imagination is my gift and my curse, the fear is my compaion, and the boldness the key but I had learn form the fail, and forget the triumph.

I am not searching for a place among the heaven my place is in the tartarus, the place where I belong. But I will fight to live the life I choose.

The rose is red like the blood of my enemies, I will make the 9 circle here.

Black as Midnight

Sleep a couple of hours, the body is breaking the coffee have no more effect, the words run through my fingers and I am not sure if want to write them, that memories is fresh like the water for a thirsty man, but it does not matter the past is there, it make me, it broke me, thae words an the action that mark the course of the time, make history that shouldn't be written,but past is paart of the facts of this present, hundreds miles away from home.

This path is what I choose, maybe is not the best maybe is the worst, I lead my destiny with this sick eyes, an this broken soul, my sins are with me I walk among the ghosts of my memories, the coffee run right through my system, is my meal maybe my dinner, but is just what i need I hope morphes will touch me and take me to the realm of the dreams, I hope I will not rememberof nothing in the morning, that dreams the kill the mind,those dreams that can break the body. A rose in  the night, the cold  beer to induce the sleep, Her number is in my mind even when I don not want to call even when I delete it from my cellphone, I miss the wind, i miss the mountains in the horizon, but I really miss....

One cup more maybe two or three. 

Bloody Kiss

One kiss that open your eyes, that kill your mind, one kiss to surrender a body, one smile, one memory that kill a mind, one promise to stand away, the mind blow the air, the sun in the sky, is time to forget or time to remember, just word in the dictionary, just word that make the people smile or cry, like a kiss from a rose. Kiss the fog of an illusion that fade away in the morning, with the bell of the church in the air, the start of a day in which I will die at night, the pages of the books are dancing in my brain, dialogs and images that popup in the imagination of the reader, the love is beautiful, and the tagedy is true, the maniacs walk between the realms, all the nightmares are written and sometimes they become true, like the kiss of a girl in the mouth of the wolf.

The pain is true, the betrayal is real, and is not written in the yellow pages of a tragic novel, the villian is  me because I want the vengance written with the blood of my enemies, with the guitar solo in my mind, and the soprano voice in air, the sound of the broken bone and the scream for redemption, drilling my ears, but that kiss in the past make me weak, the smell return to my brain full of corruption make me human, just you,  but the time will give me peace.

The hope and the remember must disappear with that pain, but is so fresh, the time is not enough for the scar close, the world keeps turning around the sun, and the moon is still there, The silent peacefull  night give me dream that hurt more than the words of hope, and that kiss, because I still feel the pain of that love,  because all I think is about her.

One rose, one dream and the pain is still there.

Princess

When I started this blog I started with a video and a person that I still have in my mind and my soul today I dreamed with her, with her smile and her face, everything I remember about her, I am like a ghost hating to be a painful dream, like an asshole, I have hurt many people, many people who have been important to me, one was her, now walking alone in the shadows because is the place I belong, the songs start to pentrate my mind, destroying my defenses,  now the days in the past are like a vison that hurt my pierced soul, That pain that hold me up in the morning, that make me wish the death, but my sins do not let me die, One cup of coffee in the damn morning, I hate to dream because every dream I have is nightmare now and was a dream in the past, the reality absob my body in the shower, the hot water hurts my skin and remind me I am not sleep, one beer and  another cup is my breakfast, I remember of the ocean sound, the street full of presons that have their own problems, The music start with a forgonten song Echos of the luna cult, All I think is about her, about the bad dream I am now for her or is what I wish or What I want to be for her.

She is still a princess in a world far away, in a place where there is still hope, I want her happiness, even in my dreams I walk among the living ones I disappea frome their lives like a shadow, without warning, is my way of being, like a bastard, I do not deny I hurt me and the people around me, But is the only form I can control myself.

She wasn't the first one how I left, stop searching, talking, I disappear like a ghost like a bad dream, this is my way,  knowing I would pay for my sins.

I am the architect of my own destiny, my past is my bridge and future is uncertain. But I would never forget what I have done to you little princess. I do not deserve forgiveness and I am not seeking redemption. I am who I am, nothing more nothing else, I have fogote how to smile, but that was the price.

Smile

One man is waiting, there is a long way to home, the sun is the horizon, the time is running out, but what is not, one smile in my face more false than the existance of the hope. Nobody lies in the room of the devil, just the perfume of their soul, The mind blow up, the smell of Kerosene, and the flavor of the beer in my mouth, That song written it for Wanda, in the dark saga, the rift of the guitar, the sunshine make me blind, the phantoms infront of me create illusion, the path is hard, one more day, one more instant.

The word that bleed in the mark of the smile, to broke a spirit in the light of a consultancy, the letter in front of me are hazy, I fight my own war, one with a written destiny, the time is the enemy, my mind is the commander, like the chess dere are a lot of possibilities, the luck is not a fact, atleast not now, that smile like the kryptonite, The dead boy poem is in the air, one voice, one demon how ate everything, the one who is inside of me.

That scream that turn the smile in snow, of an erupting volcano, the pain is said to be inside the mind, but the mind is complex like the universe, a lot of electrical impulses, tha travel in the body, in the hearth. Question are exploiting in my mind, What I am going to lose now?, What is is the meaning of lose?,  There is something to lose?, Or the destiny is something to fight for, or something to die for, or just nothing like the live of an ant in the shoe of a man.

Live or die there is the question, believe it or not.


Die is the only thing the humans can choose when did it come?

The cowards hide, the heroes find it, the lover wish and you

Monday Call

Don't fall sleep with sun in their zenith, the morning is cruel and the sunshine with a presence that make me afraid I can only open one eye, the pain is great, the night is far away now, the sound of the cars surround the environment, there is no justice is just only the time, 13 hours. the metalic taste  in my mouth, the devil whisper in my ear, the cold taste of a beer in the morning, after a hot shower, an apple for the fridge, one more day, the longest it become since monday, one fucking e-mail, one fucking call and the nightmare start again.

The pain is in the air 24 beer after, is just time, nothing more, nothing else. I am here reading again, waiting for the sweet flavor of the cold dish, There are not Sicilians in this tale,but the blood still burns in that feeling, I am not waiting for the redemption, not the forgiveness, the blood is calling, and my mind is sedated for the effect of alcohol, I walk and I take a cup of coffe, black as my soul, I read a couple of page more.

My mind is numb, not for the alcohol, but for the pain, the scar is still open, and the words are part of me, in the name of the gods, I fight against me, my own demons walk with me, the pain in my right eye, the sound of her voice, the sound that I do not want to hear again, rounding my brain. Sweet madness, beautiful pain, there is no enough beer in my fridge, one more day one more nightmare.

Don Corlenone nodded "Revenge is a dish that tastes best when it is cold"
The Godfather-Mario Puzo

Landing

I am landing far away here, the dreams, no the worst nightmare are here, besides I am here fighting against an enemy that  i can not defeat, the glory of the past is an illusion, I pray to the gods to for favor in the future in this journey, I know that I have to risk everything, all in this bet.  

Come back home is just a phrase, because nothing in this world is certain as death, the future belongs to the past, the action that marked our past, made the present and rulede the future. Every action made my future. We all play a part on history's great  stage, the little man can become great and the righteous man can be a villan. In this world filled with fears, crimes are made and prices are paid, the betrayal and the forgiveness are just word  without meaning if we did not know the past the circustances but it hurt, like the thorn of a rose, or the memory of a fallen love.

I had heard that "Nobody can decide what happens to you, nobody but you" I could be true but there are variables, that we can not control, the weather, the human mind, because of that we need to question everything just to learn a few thing and find more questions, But when the answers are find are easy to understand when we are the ones  who discover it. If we are not we are only walking in the trace of somebody  else "giants". We need to understand why, when and who made it true.

I am all alone. I always have been. I always will be. Because in my mind I am the only one who walk there, the past marks my path and the future is uncertain, but what is not. One smile, one tear,just the time is forever.

Honor, principles or love are worthy to die for, or  i am wrong?

The rose have shown their thorn and the price should be paid maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but someday.

A-->Z

I have always known the price of the life, one smile or one tear is the same, maybe I  am just a bastard, with a cursed mind, a grind mind, one mind who want to control almost every variable, knowing that that is imposible, One live, one endless game or maybe finite as the change of a clock, one smile, the one how can kill a spirt, I do not seek for forgiveness I am not worthy, Whenever I see you even in my dream my world fall down, you smile the fact that I lose you forever, I cry to the moon asking for the ending of this mayhem. I smile knowing the gods will not have mercy with me.  

Because I start a fight that I can not win, my arrogance will define me, the fact I am not going to surrender, and I will remeamber the night that I fell. Is present in my mind like it was yesterday, I want to forget but that is my stigma, that was my desicion, I choose my fate , now and ever, there are consequences, you need to decide if they are worthy to face them or you are in retreat.

Maybe tomorrow I will die, maybe I will live forever, maybe just for an instant, I can said I was happy, I was in love and I betrayed her. In my dreams I can see her,I can tell her how I feel, In my dreams I want to die, but I deserve the greatest punishment, in the tartarus, but I will continue living knowing that she is happy without me. And that maybe  make me happy for a moment because she was the queen of my world. And I should pay the price for my sins.


I still feel the pain.

I am the master of my destiny, the one who will fight every night and fell at dawn. The one who walk among  the living ones, until the night devour his mind.

Take my pain away with a shot, the pain is inside me, the future is uncertain the wolf is crying to the moon knowing how far is it, 23 night since the start of the nightmare, it can not rain forever is what the song said, the other said I can walk on stormy seas, but nothing is forever, except the legends, except the immortality.


The night hide the worst demons, and few can walk among the light, among the sun, the light is fading in the north, I can stand a mountain my eyes are losing the light, the time is running, as the world keeps turning, what is hope if your future is uncertain, what is hope if you do not have answers, what is hope without pain. go bad,

Is nothing except a word.

The sun is in the horizon one month  or two maybe three, I do not know. one more book.

"Once things go bad, they tend to stand bad"


No way forward or back, in stalemate, we stagnate,
life cycle is an automation, instinctively, we race to get ahead?
And now our virgin minds are raped.

Another insignificance to join the rat race.
Self indulgence within our grasp.

We're taught but torn.

The sanctity of life, so vulnerable,
the world keeps turning - we spin out of control.
Guided, or could this mean misguided, no time for questions,
preoccupied with pressing on, the world keeps turning -
we overdose on overdrive.
Superior species with inferior ideas.

We overload our bodies and minds,
respect this world while committing suicide.
Poison trait.

We're the cause not the cure,
our methods will surly drag us down.
Guided, or could this mean misguided,
our virgin minds are raped -
the world keeps turning -
we overdose on overdrive,
we spin out of control.

In stalemate, we stagnate!

The world keeps turning - Napalm Death

The blind

The blind man took his sword in the silence of the night waiting for his fate, the death was near. A pale women with black long hair as her eyes. When she ask him:

- Are you happy with your live? he answered
-If she is happy, I'm happy in this moment.
-Then you are not happy, Do you have regrets?
-A few but are worthless, the action has been made. I can not turn the time back, the world keeps turning.
-If I kill you could be happy?
-I opened the gates of my own hell a long time ago.
-In other words you are dead. No I am living in the hell I made among the living ones.
-None can made a hell.
-How can you be sure?
-Because to be in hell you must pass the styx.
-The river of the ancient gods.
-The only way to enter to  hades.
-Yes I came here for you.
-Then is an honor for me, may I ask you name of my guest?
-The name are useless but if you want to call me in a sort of name you can call me Macaria.
-The daughter of Hades.
-You know  Greek mythology.
-A little, my name is Greek  but as you said in this moment is useless.
-You know your fate.
-I hope is the tartarus.
-Why did you want to be in the tartarus the deep part of the hades? -
Is the place I belong my sins are great, I had betrayed my friends and the woman I love.
-You are still in love with her?
-Until my soul would be destroyed.  
-Who are you? What are your sins? Why are not you afraid? Why are not you smiling? Why are you looking at me if you're blind? Why I want to understand you?
-Just take me to the hell, I beg you this pain is to huge. The moon is talking to me and the dreams drive me to madness, fear in nothing in comparison to the feeling of emptyness. To the feeling of endless sadness I have in my heart.  -And death took his arm, saying
-Your place is not among the living, but not with the dead.

The moon and the Wolf

Once upon a time when the ancient gods rule this world when the moon shines in the eternity, there was two races who venerate the moon, one was the human kind the other one was the wolves. One day the moon decide to walk among the mortal world and she gets involved with one human, one simple human, he was a writer, a dreamer, a poet, within days he fell in love with the moon, but he start to have dreams about a wolf, a lone wolf who sings to the moon, and he know is impossible to reach her.

Years passed and he realized his true and his fate, he was still in love with the moon, but she was more and more away, she live in other world a world far apart from him, she was a princes and he was a wolf  realized it was a lone wolf, apart from everything he have lieft his friends and family just for her and still she was near him but her soul was miles away from him. He was dying frome inside until he finds a little lamb who confort him with sweet sounds and expressions.

He betrayed the moon and seal his fate he accept he can not make happy a goddess even if she is with him he was just a wolf, a lone wolf, one who walks alone, but he lost everything that was the price, he try to find peace in the words and the alcohol, but nothing works, he was still in love with the moon, he will always be in love with the moon, he hurt the lamb,and destroy jus own soul making a pact with his own demons. 

But as always will be a wolf howling at the moon

6 years after, the story is the same, he is still in love with the moon

--To the moon  (RCMH)

S P

Nothing to lose, nothing to win, there is only sand in the wind, the blows the mind like a star in the infinity that start their oblivion, the wind talks and curses the human kind, are part of myself, I follow the sun path and I am tring to find the end, this is not the end of me, I will find a new path if is necessary

Missing the wind and waiting to end my pain, there is no glory, there is no hope, just loneliness of a broken heart and a cursed mind, who tries to find the power to destroy that body, that soul. there is price, i you are ready to paid for it.

The hell awaits, with all my brother there, waiting for this damn soul who walks in the earth trying to find a path between the madness and the sanity. One word could kill me, but now I am deaf, I lost my reason, my hope.

God grant me the SERENITY to accept what I cannot change, the TENACITY, to changes what I may, and the GOOD LUCK not fuck up to often.

Thesis

Life is whatever you want,sometimes sad, sometimes good, but is what you make with it, nothing else,while i was reading about who to make a thesis, you need to find what you want, something that you enjoy, the celestial motion or the spanish literature, everyone has their joys, someone can refer the chaos of the no linear system of four bodies, or the aproximation of function with wavelets in L_2, you only need to decide. Is the same for me, I choose what I thing is the best and I assume consequences of my acts, Is my way.is my path, I will floow the sun in the day an in the night  I will find comfort in the moon I love, an the star that mark my path, I will find the answers even if I die in the process. Nothing is easy if you want or need something you need to fight for it, 

One song to remember one song in one day, just one song, with a guitar solo, one song that hurts just one song, one song that kills slowly or make me stronger, I remember a smile and a lie, the words has been spoken and the actions have been taken, I keep walking, until the night surrounds me and my legs hurt, the muic is my partner, even if my life sucks, I can choose my soundtrack.

One song just one song in the day because this day is different, maybe I am right maybe not, I am not a God to know that answer and I never wanted, Maybe a demon but not a God, I will never want to be a God especially if is the Jew, Christian or Muslim.

Time will leave
And I will follow
You dug my hole while you said you love me
What will we say
What will we be then
When we arrive where we never wanted

I feel dead when I am close to you
And hide from you again
Feel dead
So you can't reach my heart again

Now you're not here to see me crumble
You spit on me and I try not to tumble
Take me away
And bleed me tomorrow
I say goodbye to you and to my sorrow

I feel dead when I am close to you
And hide from you again
Feel dead
So you can't reach my heart again 


"While" . Lacrimas Profundere

A A

Playing with fire, watching the probabilities of success, just the blue fire of a lighter, my eyes are tired,my mouth is dry and my seek for vengeance blind me, the days are so long,the music is so deep, a warcry from Sverige grows, the usic is my soul, maybe this movie i the worst, but I decide my soundtrack, I felt betrayed and disappointed but I did not do anything, the pain was there, myy hate grown with time and my thirst was great, the human kind was there I fell in her arms, like a drug was her lips, her tiny body full of honey, I wish to be free, I wish to stay more than one week, but she have to return to their homeland, wished to go with her, but sand was on my body, the moon was crying her damn name. Why I still love her?, WHY?.

For one night I was free, for three days I flight with her wings, the moon was there, the shades to, her pale skin and blue eyes, deep like the summer ski, full of hope, here in this country where the hell have a name,  so clever, so shy, lisenting "Paradise Lost", taking about the history of the three kingdoms, Battle of the Weser River, and La noche triste, was amazing, she could save me or could kill me but now an ocean is between us. Her evocative curves moving at the rythm of Iced earth, her smile was like be in heaven, watch her sleep with her blond hair in my lap, knowing that she was free to go, but she stays all night long.

It was a night to remember, one night in my past. God bless England.

PiB

The night is so deep so short, the light disappear in the horizon an there is no more lies, no more fake words, I am alone as always, the music sound in my room, old songs that remind me who I am, one beer is my companion, the light fades as my sanity, every song is a sin, every sin is beautiful, the madness stays and the anthem start, as a battle hymn, the angles dance and the demons kills, a whisper for a distant world, dance of fate o just a joke of the gods, who use us as a chess. Just life, just pain, just my solitude, but that is life all and nothing. you can always win or lose.

Find a meaning, to find more questions, try to understand to find what is, everyday trying to find something new, the emotion to find, what is life without the question. For me is nothing. just emptiness. I will find the answer to find mor questions, to evolve or die in the process, I am not afraid the world sucks and is so beautiful like the winter sky and the autumn moon, One professor said me, the freedom leads to madness and looseness to the suicide.

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls go by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm,...

I wanna see it tainted, tainted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it tainted, tainted, tainted, tainted black
Yeah!

Hmm, hmm, hmm,...

"Paint it Black" - Rolling Stones

dance

This night is empty of stars, the remember of the moon blows my mind, to an ancient world, where the hope and forgive exist, just an illusion, just a dream who fades with the dance of the water at the rythm of Bach, thefalvor of the coffe and the heat in my throat, one book in my backpack, a notebook, my laptop and a pen they are the only thing I have now, my house is far away, my illusions are dead, but I am still alive, the water contitnue dancing, with the scent of a women (Por una cabeza) of Carlos Gardel, the people walks and the music continue.

I want to know the answer, I want to know the question, but nothing is easy, nothing is impossible if we find the facts that explain the problem, that is the hard part. Proof and make sure of the existance, even if it is not real.

The moon in the stars so big for us, so small to the universe, the humans are only particles in the sand of the desert, insignificant, inutiles, but we still want to to be like the stars, to be in the memory, to be free in all the sense.

So

Walking between humans and listening their voices, like whispers in the northern wind, their words are just that my brain explode with images of my past, my soul is screaming for vengeance, I am not fear of the dark becasue I am looking for a rainbow, maybe is just shade but for me the swwetwater is just a lake of tears, in my falling world, but I am broke in to pieces, with a guitar solo in my ears, the music fills me with pain and paision, but this is not the end of me, because I am a metal Machine, full of hate, the forgive is divine and the vengance is mine, I curse the love for you, Fall deeper and deeper, Don't forget what you have done, The words have been spoken may the gods be on my side, maybe not, I Believe in miracles because life is not one, then is a curse, the worst of them. But I born to walk against the wind, in the city who I used call home, where the winds blows all day and the night is always cold, now in my exile, I miss that more than anything, that winds that runs free, that runs wild.

Here where the sun shining and fill the city with light, here where I cannot sleep because my dreams become nightmares, nightmares that used to be dreams, the heat fills my brain, and the beer is the only answer. But I am ready to die, because Life is whatever you make it. Die to defend our principles, our belives, always will be my desire and that is my way, that is my life. Glory to the brave, and the worst of the pains to the the traitors, the honorless dead to them. even if I am the executor, After all I am not afraid of dying. It does not matter if there is a good or a lot of them, or if I have a room in hell, it will be the place I belong.

It offended no-one. No - it simply appears
to me to be discourteous to... to wear
the symbol of a deity long dead.
My ancestors tried to find it. And to open
the door that seperates us from our Creator.

But you need no doors to find God.
If you believe....

Believe?! If you believe you are...gullible.
Can you look around this world and believe
in the goodness of a god who rules it?
Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death!
They rule this world.

There is also love and life and hope.

Very little hope I assure you. No. If a god
of love and life ever did exist...he is long
since dead. Someone...something rules in his
place.

"And When He Falleth"-Theatre Of Tragedy