BOO-Susto, susto…

A veces es increible lo mucho que podemos llegar a asustarnos por las cosas más tontas del mundo: emails, llamadas telefónicas, eventos estupidos y sin la mas mínima relevancia…No obstante pasa.
A mi hay uno que me produce bastante nerviosismo. Es la típica situación en la que eres conciente que un determinado evento ha de producirse en momento determinado y esto no sucede…Le das un margen de tiempo, y sigue sin ocurrir, y un poco más, y otro poco…Y nada. Entonces, todo mi cuerpo se agarrota, el temor psicologico empieza a somatizarse, normalmente en la forma de dolor de cabeza, o dolor de estomago, algo realmente desagradable, pero que no puedo controlar. Por lo general intento mantener mi cabeza ocupada con algo: leer, ver la televisón…Ese tipo de cosas. Pero no siempre da resultado, es como si mi cabeza fuese unos 3 o 4 pasos por delante y mientras procesa la informacion que trata ser una distraccion sigue pensando en lo otro…
…El poder de la mente…a veces da por el saco =_=

 

Sin embargo, cuando ya lo das todo por perdido, y la angustia no es ya tal cosa si no desesperación, ocurre aquello que estabas esperando…para bien o para mal, eso ya es otro asunto…
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…it’s almost over now…

-I know

…I can recognise that look in your eyes very well…Calling to you again, isnt it?

-Yeah, it does…The new hair cut, the look, the perspective, the fear that is more condensed angst and wish to set sail and feel the cold breeze on my skin again…

…Oh do tell me about it…I need to feel the fire again..

-hah, I can feel it, you need to burn some stuff,to have a play thing about, to give one of your sarcastic speaches, to be the drama queen….

…As if you didnt…Yeah, that smile says it all…

-Oh…Cant wait until im back home…Despite all that may come…

…as you said it MAY come…and whenever it does…will cross that bridge….Until then, I think you can relax a bit…

-You know I wont untilI put a foot down from that airplane…

…Drama-queen…

-shush you…

…Well at least you’re out of the biggest trouble you could have at the moment, which is good.

-Oh yeah…i need some free room for new issues…

…You troublesome girl…

-…I have noooo idea what you are talking about…

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Pronto, muy pronto, volveré a estar completa…

 

<<Lilly…Waiting>>

Evil Will Rise

Bueno, no me puedo creer que haga tanto tiempo que no escribo por aqui. Por algun extraño motivo tenia la sensacion de que yo habia posteado hacia no tanto…En fin gajes del oficio.

Os contare que llevo una semana o asi que no paro de leer comics a tutiplen, comics que por cierto recomiendo encarecidamente: La Saga Northlanders de Brian Wood, una de warhammer 40k acerca de los templarios oscuros, y la adaptacion a comic de Beowulf. The Historian In Me Rocks with Passion 😀

También he estado escribiendo un monton mi nueva creacion. La estoy escribiendo en mi death note para que nadie cotillee, y por que va a corde con el cierto nivel de destruccion, muerte y caos, y…Aparecen frikis. Oh Si! El segundo personaje más importante de la novela es un mega friki que lleva una tienda de comics y que le va a dar la vuelta a la tortilla de forma impresionante. Mwahhahahahah

Esto…a lo que iba…

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There was once a castle on the snow. But after many hard winters the main tower collapsed and the bulding was left to ruin in the top of that god forsaken cliff. That castle had once belonged to a very evil dark lord, who saw his very own reign fall under the never-ending storm of snow. Everyone there left, long ago. Everyone there most likely froze to death on their scape. No one prevails, no one will.

Thus, there remains the fallen tower, old and cranky as it cries with the frozen wind passing between its wrecked bricks, as it hits its weak wooden beams. Now the fallen tower has become a symbol to the inhabitants of the land further down south, where the weather is warmer and the field grow fertile.

The tower makes them remember that once upon a time there was a reign of chaos over these territories, a rule rising from the darkness within the deep caves from the montains across the river. But one day the merciless and fearless kingdom came to an end. Why? No one really knows. Some say it was just a matter of time, that hope would prevail and so it did. Others, perhaps a bit more skeptic think that the winter golem danmed them all for becoming the bigger threat and living him without a job, in misery having to feed two children from his dead wife.

Whatever may be, the fact is that, indeed, it is over now. The children would run up the hills happy again, the peasants will still suffer from the heavy taxes of a supposed free land while the lord become fatter on their seats. Everyone would be beack to the old times, everyone would be joyful and merry.

So perhaps would be your case.

But, listen to me carefully boy, when I tell you that the root of evil never dies, and a new dark lord will soon rise.

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‘Cause the dark side it’s better…(we HAVE cookies) :p

<<darky darky Lilly, from the dark dark lands, from a dark dark future, present and past…>>

Down and Up Again…

Creo que ya he comentado este tema por aquí pero, bueno, algo tengo que escribir…

 

Desde hace tiempo me pasa que cada vez que tengo una mala noche, en alguno de mis sueños aparece una persona en concreto…Una persona que nunca me hablara, una persona que nunca leera esto…Y no obstante, y a pesar de la realidad, en el sueño siempre es distinta…

Consigue que me estremezca, me da dolores de cabeza…Me pregunto, ¿por que?

A veces pienso que viene a torturarme, a restregarme algo por la cara, a tocarme la moral, a hacerme sentir peor…

…Ojala…Ojala pudiese darle ese gustazo…

 

…No. Hoy he descubierto que esa persona siempre aparece para recordarme algo…

Y ese algo es que, aunque duela, aunque moleste, pase lo que pase, el sentimiento se ira… Tal vez quede un resquemor amargo que darte pesadillas, pero se ira, y seguiras con tu vida, y te haras mas grande y mas fuerte…

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…Fun night?

-Shut up…

…Wow, well you aren´t in a good mood…

-No quite…I feel quite…Slow…

…Oh dear, here we go….

-Yeah slow and me don´t go well together…

…You don´t say

-It´s just…everything seems odd…

…Darling, I think you are forgetting something. Our lives are odd, everythign gets weird around us…But we deal with it, we embrace what we are and carry on…

-I guess so…

…Hey, you are my favourite human, I don´t think I would stand anyone of your kind like I stand you…You are my something like clever and efficient girl, you are creative and you always find a way…You Are very capable…And if you aren´t then I am, I´ll do it, I´ll take it, this is the way it works…

-Well, yes but you have a quite destructive way of doing things…”You can´t live without the fire…”

…Well, I enjoy the heat, plus, some people don´t understand me otherwise, or take me seriously…Plus you have to admit you are quite fond of the burning too…

-…Mmaaayyyybbbeeee…

…So, let´s burn this place down shall we? It doesn´t suit you to be so down, you need some energy, let´s get down to it…

-I suppose…I could with a bit of chocolate or something…Did i heard caramel?

…Hell yes…

 

So the assassin stood up once again and looked at the dark city in front of her. She knew stuff happened, she knew things reapeated themselves sometimes, she knew things were hard by nature, even the most simple things. But that was life.

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Como dirian en Batman, caemos para levantarnos….Hoy me vuelvo a levantar

CLICK

Do you know that moment in which someone is talking to you and suddenly something clicks in your mind? Fast, astonishing, like wild fire, a matter of seconds…Fascinating isn’t it?…

I wonder…what do we know about those “clicks”, why do the happen, and what is their purpose?

It is interesting how many times the chain of consequences they set free turns the whole world upside down…

One of those clicks might send you to the other side of the world and provide you with a brand new life…

It might give you the numbers of the lotery, or the answer for that essay you’ve been working on the whole week (although you’d rather have the numbers of the lotery…)

Sometimes, however, those clicks make odd things happen…even bad things…

Sometimes because something clicked someone is murdered…

Sometimes because something clicked you might find yourself crying in the middle of nowhere…

Sometimes things click and the world ends…and some other it clicks and the world starts spinning again…

…Ohhh Universal Duality you heartless bitch…

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…So here we are again, hum?

-…

…Silent, are you?

-…Shut up…

…Wow…someone is on A Mood…

-…Don’t get me started…

-…

…It’s ok, we…you always manage…

-…that’s not the point…

…you knew it was going to happen…

-now is you the one that gives me moral lessons?

…You know I didn’t mean it that way…Is it that bad?…I guess it has to be if we are here, in the middle of a green hill, with your music sounding like a freaking concert…

-…

…Please…Dom’t cry, it’s not your fault, you are doing the right thing…

-…The right thing?…And it hurts?

…Most of time…Yes…

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Then the woman became a lake of tears on her own. The other one, next to her, hugged her in a patronising but caring way…She knew they needed a wall of steel in that very moment…So she would be it, she would keep her safe…However, it still shocked her how this undestructible agent of the inquisition, an assassin herself, that had to overcome the most indigestous of situations was crying…Because of someone, because of feelings…I guess for someone who has eternity to go, feelings mean nothing anymore…

 

-Lilly…on all hallows eve…-

 

“so is this your first, second, third or fourth home?”

Bueno, vacaciones al final! Ahora ya te puedo dedicar un poco mas de atencion 😀

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Today I have been listening to the same songs in my head= I believe+rock radio+unfinished business

…Sometimes I forget about the sentimental power that music has…How listening to a song can take you somewhere else, to some other place, or time…Good times or bad times, the epic moments, the sad moment, the dramatic moments…

…sSometimes we identify song with things or events…

I have been thinking as well of  the term “Home”…what’s home? is i a place? is it a group of people? can you have different homes?and if so which one takes priority?…and where do you go when you mean you want to go home?…

It confuses me…because well, I need to know where’s my home for when i hear:

“Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong…”

(I’m pretty sure it’s not West Virginia…)

so…I am on holidays…and I guess I am home, at least in one of them…

<<Lilly>>

1m “Stoopid”

People sometimes do stupid things…People sometimes say stupid things…

People sometimes feel stupid…

I do, every now and then, like today for instance…When you realise that a compilation of stupid facts have managed to fuck up your day/week…Especially when you realise that if you would think more in these things you could probably avoid them…

Also, some people sometimes make us feel stupid…

Like when you can’t predict someone, and you noticed you just can’t take that out of your mind because it’s shocking, that makes you feel like an idiot…

Knowing things and not doing anything about it because you are just “paralitica mental” makes you feel like a total bimbo(which by the way it’s not the point)

Sometimes I wish all that attitude I usually have to do things, “repris”, ziszas…whatever, will come to me in the right moment…and not 3 hours later when I can’t really do anything about it, apart from looking like an annoying, pedantic idiot…

Ok…I learn the hard way, but I WILL keep this in mind…

NeVer AgAiN

Lilly

*Not Filled*

Emptiness is an odd feeling…Cause you don’t really feel anything…But there’s still something in there…

I always considered myself some one who was passioned, in many ways…

Now, I force myself to interact with reality, or I hide behind my pile of books and essays to build a shield against…Stuff…

When the hell did everything turn upside down?…Could someone explain me why do I think my life is a total mess and why I think I am so fucked up?

Because…I am scared that I won’t care anymore…

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“I want to heal, I want to feel what I thought was never real…I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along…Somewhere I belong…”

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<<Lilly… I suppose…>>