Where's the fire?

For some strange reason I don't know, I don't remember or I don't understand, the strong bond we had built for so long has lost its fire short ago. I question myself everyday, how? How could I let this blizzard fall upon our between? Where did our fire just go?

I must have done something wrong, I'm sure I must, there's no other explanation. I wasn't well aware of what was happening and forgot to give more wood to our bonfire until it lost its full warmth, and then this world's ice, full of pride and foolishness, freezed our powerful bond until it got broken… It's all so foggy now… I can barely see you through the mist, and I'm trying to do my best to set up a new torch, one as strong as, or even stronger than the one we had in the past, but it's not the same… You're not so disposed as before. And I don't blame you, it's all my fault after all.

I strangely meet sadness, y'know? Even bad situations have a short chance on making me go sad…but this situation's got me really sad. So just tell me, please, just tell me… What happened? What did I exactly do? Or didn't do…? Why aren't we the same friends as we were before? Why? Please, tell me. Please…

And one last thing. If you're, at least, somehow disposed to forgive me and to recover this bond, tell me… Where's the fire?

Torpe mirada

Llegas, qué bonita. Te miro, veo que me miras, y me doy cuenta que no era reciente. Curioso yo continúo mirando de cuándo en cuándo, sólo para ver si seguías haciendolo, y así era. Hola, ¿cómo estás? ¿Cuál es tu nombre? No, muy bobo. ¿Qué tal?, con una sonrisa podría funcionar. No, no, no, me verán, pensarán que me gusta y me empezarán a fastidiar, qué mal. ¿Qué haré? Cruzas por el frente, volteas la cabeza y miras sin escrúpulo alguno. Qué extraño, ¿tan obvia? Creo que querías conversar.

Intento estudiarte, pero no puedo, mi trabajo debe ser realizado sin atención de alma alguna, y las pocas veces que quise observarte tu mirada se encontraba con la mía.
Camino por tu lado y lanzas esa mirada de estar triste y en espera del amor, y miras para abajo reafirmándolo. Oh! Smells like fail teenager?

En fin, me aburrí, y creo que con lo poco que pude recopilar ya sabía quién eras, y si caigo en prejuicio, lo siento, pero me vale, al final creí que tu existencia en mi vida era irrelevante, estuvieras o no, daba igual. Y ya después, en tus descuidos, pude confirmarlo, eras una de las brainless smily girls, qué pena... Lo siento, pero no son de las que cumplen con los parámetros requeridos. Tengo mejores quiénes en quiénes pensar. Aunque por algunas otras actitudes parecía que no lo eras... Fue.

Como sea, fue un placer, y si la vida lo quiere nos cruzará de nuevo. Thanks for playing, see you next time!

Todo Javier Prado

Hoy te vi, ¿me recuerdas? Me buscaste la mirada varias veces y no la encontraste; lo siento, soy muy distraído *ríe*. Traté de respondértela también, pero ya mirabas para otro lado cuando te miraba. ¿Dónde nos hemos visto antes? No recuerdo... A lo mejor tú sí; lo dudo. Debí hablarte, pero lo creí innecesario; aunque no sé si nos volveremos a ver. Da igual, ¿dónde está la desesperación? Si la vida quiere, nos veremos de nuevo; tampoco te aseguro hablarte, no veo la relevancia en "hacer nuevos amigos", me vale. En fin, ya la vida dirá.
Heh... Graciosas situaciones...

Ella me seguía

Y entonces sentí cómo su sombra imaginaria me seguía. Fue una situación hasta cierto punto placentera, por otra parte aterradora, y por otra parte decepcionante.

Dibujé en mi cabeza la imagen de ella siguiendo mis pasos y admirando las largas distancias que recorro para hacerme más fuerte; filmé en mi cabeza la escena de ella caminando detrás mío y llamándome todo el camino nunca antes habiéndonos dirigido la palabra, y yo, sin escuchar nada, seguía mi trayecto sumido en las líneas que salían por estos audífonos que aislan mi mente del mundo exterior; sentí sus agotados pasos corriendo dentro de su capacidad detrás de mi silueta para alcanzar a aquel que erróneamente idealizó sin siquiera saber si existe o no. ¿Conmovedor? ¿O patético?

Sentí ciertos nervios al saber que realmente venía detrás mío, antiguas voces dicen que es de las que son como hermosas cadenas espinadas. Qué desperdicio de cara, qué pena... Si por dentro fueras igual de como eres por fuera... Qué pena.

Al final de todo, me sentí muy decepcionado. Todo el camino soñé con algo que nunca pasó. Llegué a casa y repasé toda la película. Hah, qué bobo... La realidad debería ser distinta.

No es sencillo

Qué fácil sería divagar por el mundo si no supiera de tu vivir, qué posible me sería el volar si no tuvieras hecha tan densa mi atmósfera, qué indeseoso estaría si no hubieras incrustado Excalibur en la roca de tu radiante esfera viviente; me tienes como un lobo bajo la oscuridad del verde espesor de un bosque observando aquella escarchada columna de luz cuya base está habitada por una bella flor sin nombre jamás vista antes por viles ojos de mortales y sin poderme acercar, como un halcón con las alas atadas mirando en medio del interminable manto de nubes el dorado sol de invierno, como un acorde tensionado esperando la llegada de la resolución de tu triada perfecta y triangular...

Ya, quítame la duda de encima que pesa más que el castigo al que los dioses del Olimpo condenaron a Atlas. Sólo tú tienes la pólvora de la certeza, sólo tú. No es sencillo vivir así; no, no lo es.

Answerless question

- This doubtful question... looks dangerous
- Don't even ask it
- Why should I keep it here inside?
- To not harm the others
- But... how much will it last before it kills me?
- It's not doing anything to you
- Not yet. Soon it will
- Don't be selfish, die you alone, don't kill the others
- When have I cared about people?
- Never you did. But you should start doing so someday
- I am, that's why I'll stay silent
- You care, don't you?
- Not at all. I don't wanna fall in selfishness
- I see... Anyways, what will you win by showing it to the world? You know there's no answer, it will be useless
- True. But I fear I cannot hold it when it begins to kill me...
- Stop thinking about it
- I can't, it's wandering through my head, day and night... I hate the day I asked it!
- Don't kill the others too, humans don't deserve this
- How come this apparently stupid question can be this dangerous?...
- Because there's no answer. At least not here
- But maybe keeping the question here won't allow me to reach the place where the answer lies in
- Terror paradox...
- At least... I have to research more...
- I shall help you
- Thanks.
- Let's get moving, let's start this quest at once!
- Yeah, let's go

Not a human feeling

What is this I feel? It's not sadness, it's not joy, it's not wrath, it's not anything I can name, it's just a pleasant sensation. Read a song that perfectly fits my soul's size and shape, words that somehow describe my thoughts, a soft melody that carries a colour that only I can understand, that only I can hold without getting harmed, a key that common people's hearts can't get opened with, a diamond-edged sword to get through the endless maze of an unknown world inhabited by a peaceful war man...

This what I feel is not a human feeling... It's greater, powerful. Makes me feel found into myself for first time after years of being lost where strength can barely do anything. I finally know who am I.

I see myself walking through a completely new path.
It's time to start the next quest.
Good bye.

Joe Satriani's Love thing

So, until the moment this is my second cover; this is Joe Satriani's song "Love thing" from the album "Crystal Planet" (1998).

Although it's recorded with a terrible setup, I hope you like it.

I recorded and released it for this year's Valentine's Day.

Artist

Alright, I got some interesting (I think) short stories I'd like to share here, sadly I can't copy-paste 'em 'cuase the page doesn't allow me to... Anyway, I'll soon be writing them personally one by one; just keep in touch :)

Oh! I also make music:
http://www.soundcloud.com/reldwolf
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And I draw too :)
http://reldwolf.deviantart.com/

Thanks, see ya soon!

Dance of Eternity

Your sight is the light that pierces my brain with no pain,
so hard that it ends up in shards,
still, there's no sorrow as I'll see you tomorrow.

Up in flames, I wonder if this is lame,
this fire burns my life's tire,
I obtain a different course once again.

As strong as the sound of a gong,
it just brakes the calm of my lonely lake.
Why can I not stand strong to this hand?
Why am I so weak to this fantastic?

Lies the answer within the ties
of an extraordinary exquisite rice,
varying at some times from fire to ice
enabling me to find what stops my cries.

Joining thousands of ideas,
organising all of my thoughts,
verifying all the possibilities,
I've made of you from all my dreams the main

No, this isn't Dream Theater's song lyrics (starting by the song has no lyrics, it's fully instrumental). I titled this poem (if it can be called like that) this way because of what "Dance of Eternity" means, the very last sentence of Dream Theater's song "Metropolis Pt.1 The Miracle and The Sleeper" tells what does it mean.

The memory

A black feather slowly falls from really high. "Whats is this feather doin' here, in the middle of the city's sunny day?"... A random woman tells you «I have the answer...», you follow her hesitating. She has a little store, you both go in, it's empty, nobody ever enters. «The feather never fell, you brought it» she said. You don't undersant at all what she meant. «Some part of you is calling for help» she adds. What is that supposed to mean? Is it maybe that there's something of your past that is not fixed? It has to be from the past, otherwise it wouldn't have been your child self the one you saw in your dream. And it has to be your past since it was your child self the one you saw in it...
«The real answer lives within you. The only answer I had was "The feather never fell". But it was the key, your key for your own maze». After saying this, she gives you a golden pencil. «I'm about to close, thanks for coming» she says. "What? It's still sunny, why would she close so soon? Doesn't make any sense... Whatever, this woman was really wierd at all".

The day ends, you lay on your bed, something doesn't let you sleep. "What's that smell?" Smells like oil, and it's really strong, it comes from under your bed. You crouch.

"What happened? Where am I?" Desert, this is a desert, a dry-soiled desert. You look everywhere and after a while you see something far away. While walking towards it, you notice something strange: the sky is blindin-white and at the top of it there's a black sun. You are closer to the thing you saw and you get to notice it's an old holed ship, so you start running to it to see if there's anybody around or inside it. You stand right a few steps away from it. Silence, complete silence... It hurts...
"Here's where the smell came from". You walk slowly towards it and «Stop!» somebody shouts. You don't see anybody anywhere. "It must be the heat", you are about to give one more step, «Stop!» again... The sensation is freezing, creepy... You look everywhere again, and you see something you didn't notice before, there was a red crow standing at the frontal corner of the ship staring directly at you. "Is that the voice? Go on, keep walking". Indeed, the crow was the one shouting you to stop, and it kept shouting as you were getting close, "Just ignore it, I need to find out what is goin' on".
There are stairs at one side of the ship to get in. You climb them up. Once you hit the ship's floor, the voice disappeared, "Where is it?". You look everywhere once again, until you finally notice that the red crow was down, laying dead on the dry-soiled desert's floor, "Why did it suddenly die?". You keep walking and see something shiny right in the middle of the ship, "Isn't that... the golden watch I used to wear when child? Maybe my child self is somewhere here!", so you walk towards it to pick it up, and before you reach it the floor crumbles, brakes and you fall.