Always daydreaming with my feet nailed to the ground. Profoundly idealistic, grotesquely realistic. With a gigantic love for nature and its various human imitations.
To Fly on Scarlet Wings
It's gone. The longed scarlet feathers flapped their way out of the window in the blink of an eye. An intense new feeling. An unheard mixture invaded Marius' spirit. Fear, confusion, and inexplicable relief crossed his mind and heart as he watched in astonishment how the bright red cardinal his father and him had just brought from the black market was already flying, erratic but determined, somewhere in his neighborhood's sky. The bird flashed incomparable gallantry as Marius watched it from the window, outlining a resigned smile with which he put his most ironic sense of childish humor to the test. He had instigated his father into buying the bird and once he had it at last, in its deluxe chrome-barred aviary cage, Marius had neglected one of the vertical sliding doors after serving its first and only supply of seeds and water. The sliding door got stuck, thus creating enough room for two small-sized birds to exit. The little but majestic bird did not hesitate for a moment when it saw the opportunity before its beak. Its tail was set on fire and shot out straight to freedom. Scarlet wings spread cutting the air, and a tear rushed down the boy's left cheek while still leaning out to watch the bird get further and further away between the trees that adorned his street.
A Life-Igniting Sparklet
When a sudden discharge of electricity invaded the heart of a family for sixteen years, illumination filled each corner of their house bringing a whole different scheme. An unprecedented sort of happiness protagonized the daily menu ever since.
I have traveled through vast snowy fields, far and wide over hills and cliffs; along an immense road of uncertainties, through an endless wasteland. I also crossed oceans and lagoons, plowed the skies, and split the earth at my insane will. But I have not seen the moon shine, nor have I felt the sun warm.
The Eternal Silence of the Gullinkambi
Retiring from that somber place where I left an agonizing goddess Hela, around me there was a melancholic destruction of the caliginous kingdom of Niflheim that was succumbing with its mistress. The darkness was even more intense and overwhelming, it produced a special despair that forced me to run. And I had to keep running, despite being frozen in moments because of the sharp shrieks that I perceived along the way; they were the filthy and penetrating laments of the unfortunate dead that laid there, and I had to endure them.
Over the past few months, illegal cyber activity had given the entire department a great respite. The strongest cases were, at the moment, extortion and identity theft, which fortunately and thanks to their efficient detection and prompt resolution had not escalated. Everything else was young trolls trying to enter the deep web without success, or spreading and popularizing urban legends among netizens. Nothing visible or potentially dangerous for the virtual community.
The Legend of the Last Sun
Thus, among the random zephyr that marches, rises and falls; from the hills to the tiniest corner, playing with the sand, rocking the sad sea. Thus, whistling like the harlequin, strutting gallantly on the ground; from the west and as far as the will reaches ... It's an aurora that has come to raze him.
The Earth Calls
The Earth calls, with its violent tremors and its agitations, to all those who inhabit its corners. We can ignore her or we can join her by singing, but the glass frogs would never ignore her moans. We are more sensitive to her language; we perceive the tiniest of her timid sobs; and always, without exception, we find ourselves meeting a similar fate that makes us join in the dismal song. Today is more than just an earthquake. It does not seem to be just a warning; today the choir is stereophonic and full-width. Today is a tornado of spirits shaken by the power and fury of nature and its offspring.
I didn't remember much, but I always had mama Yeji on my mind. I didn't know where I was born, I couldn't explain myself how I ended up in an orphanage in Ghana. But I did understand I needed to go back to Africa, to fish with mama Yeji. And now that I have finally mastered the language of Ivan and Veronica, I was able to tell them that I am not an orphan, I can tell them what I really want.