I forgot ... The shape of your face. Your dark eyes. Your gestures. Voice. Everything has been buried over time, with the passage of days, hours, minutes, seconds. not want to forget your image but fate deals every day to clear a little of you How I can go against it? Or this really have to spend? remember when sliding the tips of my fingers outlining your face, make-up every inch without forgetting details, I could feel my fingers disintegrated along with your skin. sounds, melody, your heart ... Silences.
Your lips ... Your neck ...
not want you to die, take me you if necessary, want to die with our memories.
's like to feel your body again ... Your arms invisible covering my body and destroy it. feel your sweet voice that breaks my senses. feel that they live but kill you with my delusions.
If still alive, why not are you here? If you call, do not you come? If you want me, you would die for me?
With a dagger in my hands, slide your promises about my body, leaving a trail of fears. hurts like everything in life, but I managed to survive your absence. What really hurts is that it will be millions of years without being able to kiss you. Not to give you everything I feel with, "I love you" Scratch and over my chest in pain ... night desperately wait .. . Taste a thousand times the love you wanted and could not deliver
With this dagger, and with all the love I have for you, the bury it in your heart to seal the love that we promised and never will be awarded ...
Well this is the beginning of some kind of story I'm writing. have long wanted to write and the characters were hanging around in my head ... and it was time to translate these into the blog.
"Die Kunst der Lüge? "The art of lying"
... hope you like it. Enjoy
was a cold night, a young couple sat on the pavement of a parking lot. The first was tall, extremely thin, her hair was black and long, that covered his face hiding the scars left from disposals of his distorted mind which were distributed mainly in the mouth and eyebrows. He had dark eyes, large, penetrating but generally looked tired. was a perfect picture of decline. For the rest, he represented dementia in its purest form. Worthy of admiration for some and hate others. He wore black pants, tight, dirty, a white shirt, stained with a few drops of blood a worn leather jacket and a "backpack" that hid a bottle of rum in it.
His life story was not the best, son of divorced parents, had lived in various parts of the country. At age 16, without finishing his schooling, he decides to break away from his mother, his mentor for years, to undertake the course and thus find a new source of inspiration in his life that was not cocaine. After wandering for 2 years (in the course of this, tried to resume relations with his father that became a total failure that ended with a few broken glasses, the theft of some species and a few cuts on his face) found a small piece in the center of the city and he had called "Heim" (Home in German)
other hand, his companion was small, thin, his hair was brown and wavy. His eyes were gray covered by a thin layer of black eyeliner. wore a black coat with red buttons, bought by his father during a business trip, a red dress and black boots. the distance the girl gave an appearance of a doll out of a toy.
The devotchka unlike his accomplice, came from a family well established, had 2 brothers, a dog, an attentive mother, a concerned parent, a nice house in the best neighborhood city. Had completed his fourth half and was ready to launch his new venture: The university.
huge young eyes were on her, watching every detail of his face, this act makes the girl blush which leads her to wear her hands to her face and move from side to side. Took hours sitting there, but for them the time went slow and tried to seize every second to admire each other.
already recovered from that embarrassment, she plucks up courage and begins to caress your face without leaving any detail with the tips of his fingers through all the scars, feel. She kisses on the cheek. The young are completely paralyzed, had never felt such a show of affection, never in its 20 years of life they had cherished no less kissed. takes her by the waist and pressed against his body, his mouth is coupled to it, but does not dare to kiss her. Remember the countless times he has kissed other women, none of them were in love, but were caused by alcohol or the effects of drugs. Curses over and over again not to do so, but feel that the kiss will lose the charm and poison all their karmas and fears ... To destroy that figure? Never. Look again lips, small, red, scared. You can feel her delicate body scar between his big arms, I would hold her until she was breathless and thus make it yours forever.
In an effort to "revive" on a personal level and also give this world a little of my "critical" have revived the "Sakura Death" . That will find here? Literary Criticism Exhibition of my stories and memories Exhibition songs that contain some form of personal reelevancia Data Freaks Film Reviews (New) "The contributions will get through the film the Intirama xD! -
Where to begin?
What or who is "Raziel"?
When creating the new facebook, the login name was: Kuro Raziel. To my surprise this "name" caused inquetud among my friends: "Raziel o_o? "What's that Raziel? " Kuro Why put the "name" on Facebook, what changed? "
First of all, the name does not come game" Legacy of Kain " xD! Was a coincidence.
Archangel Raziel is born of Jewish mysticism (relates to an image of wisdom) and is known as Keeper of secrets or mysteries of God.
When I found the meaning ... the first word that came to my mind was "Save", the art of "keeping secrets" ... I thought of many things in my life, I've spent most of the time keeping secrets, in many cases has been neglect to maintain the "balance" of things (I do not like to generate chaos, but I think it's necessary) but ultimately hurts, a lot of damage.
According the Wikipedia AGENDA ITEMS: "You can call the word raziel as a quality that some people have: Knowledge. Acquired by thought given to the world around us. This knowledge then applied to humans who lack the same ie through the help of wisdom "Deliver
I learned ...
But Raziel Where I found? Easy on track "Circle" by Slipknot
