Art
and...... Think Me By: Angelo Comodeus Beginning this story, we're going back
in time to the place where everything began. Someone decided that after the
collapse of Atlantis, there should be a couple that would continue with the
evolution of the human race. They had a society as developed as ours right now.
None the less inferior than this one of our modern times, maybe different, like
Pangaea's. Changed, so did we in time and space as well in values as in shape a
myth but so are we earthlings. So only one person escaped, we called him Adam,
and for what we know of him he was quite intelligent too as good looking. That,
or with good friends in high places, for that position we now call that
intelligence; God, Deus, Ala or Shiva but those are all the same. One all
mighty being that helps everyone that kneels before him as He helps those who
believe in Him, as His Highness is moved by Positive Energy, those who
disconnect them selves don't have a pass through enlightening. Those who use
Positive Energy activate a pulse through action thinking to help them and
others. As for Adam in his case, He did give him his match. Well, I'm not so
sure about that because God asked Adam if he would like to have a blessing, a
woman, to share Immortality with him on Earth, Paradise to some, and too much
responsibility for two individuals only. That they would have to follow some
rules to keep it perfect, no sex, drugs or rock. He did agree to that but he
didn't know what was coming with that task. So God removed one of his ribs and
'cloned' him a woman, look what it turned out to be; a Paradise of Sin.
Thousands of years later everybody uses drugs, everybody rocks everybody and
the reason every body exists is sex! The original sin is a constant in every
human life in these days and it is the spike that impulses movement in our
daily routine. It's a fact, that, we inherited through time. I leave a question
that maybe we can answer at the end of this book: God isn't evil but, if you
fight with love ones, what will you create? So here starts the story about
someone that fights evil every day, his inner self. We all have inherited karma
from this life and from, people that believe in that, karma that we inherited
from past lives. No matter what our beliefs are, one thing is a fact what we
did in the past, it comes back to us the amount precisely that we need to
correct that, if a wrong action, or to inspire if a good deed that we did or
will do. Life is a beautiful existing dimension and like any dimension it is a
space to be occupied, in this case, where we value time, except we should be
giving value to space as a whole, like the order of the Universe where there is
space for all and not just the now, as a present dimension, selfishly we take
to get more. Instead we should treasure the now of what surrounds our self and
give worth and thanks for the things that are the reason of us being here,
nature and people… our family specially, and, thousands of animals that
sacrificed for our wellbeing and ending of our hunger, imagine us animals and
some other species was wanting us for food, putting us in to a miserable
conditions just for our flesh… just a thought. This story will tell us that
some actions are the means for what we create in the present for our own
future. 'Carpe Diem', some say. Chapter I So we should be thinking positive as
if our lives depend on it?! Most of us do but, we create doubt among our selves
so that we can be the good guys or the bad guys exchanging parts in this stage
of life. It is a way of selection that our subconscious triggers it self, to
provide the ability to decide where our freedom ends and the other person's
freedom begins. In my experience I say that, it isn't the man that does it
wrong or well done but the balance of his heart applied on daily deeds and for
that, we cannot call man a monster, a man that fights for survival or even an
Angel as one. Man is his work well done. Angelo, if we can call him that, was
born in the small city of Coimbra, in the country of Portugal, in Europe. As
every child is born in a maternity, so was Angelo in the year of 1976 the year
of the dragon, as a Capricorn sign. His mother is very beautiful and very
intelligent, but like every mother, she has this enormous sense of
over-protection. I named her for this reason: Madalena. She came from a small
villa in the Portuguese Atlantic coast. Her parents died when she was a little
girl, she had to go to America to a foster family. Like any Portuguese, after a
long time, start to be homesick like Madalena did, she returned to Portugal
when she was eighteen. She met Antonio in a party one year later, after she
arrived in Portugal. They met in Coimbra, it was the end of fascism in Portugal
and the country was changing politically, socially and economically, there was
a pos-revolution party in every corner in the country so they did meet in one
and they were very good together, but they decided to get married because
Madalena was in love with Antonio. In those days having sex before the marriage
was dishonour, especially in a small country such as Portugal, tradition
demanded and Antonio had to do the right thing. Antonio was born in Coimbra son
of the shoemaker Antonio senior. Angelo's Grandmother Beatrice, was born in the
Portuguese mountains' east province from a generation of humble folks with low
resources she had to go to the city. Angelo's father, in his youth was put into
a seminar school for boys, which he quit sooner than expected and joined the
Army. But let us go to the history of Angelo's fight for success. So the first months,
everything was fine with Angelo's parents' relationship, until Angelo was born.
This new responsibility of being parents for the first time, needs preparation,
emotionally as economically too, because the new life that was arriving to this
world was to important to be wasted. When he was born, Madalena had to go
through this alone. All men are like this; they work all day and they just go
home in time to have dinner, before that, they go for a drink or a walk,
anything but to go home straight away. Maybe they don't go straight home,
simply because they want some fresh air or for some good conversation, instead
of a marital fight when tough gets ruff...! And men are a bit like this in
Portugal. Antonio that day wanted to talk a lot, so he had missed Angelo's
birth. Madalena had to go through it all by her self. She had a feeling that
she would be that way for the rest of her life; Angelo's father wasn't around
when he was born who knows for what reason, and it was a bad start indeed… He
was out of town, so he said. Antonio was a rebel, like one, rebels don't take
responsibility very well. He was a hard working man but he used his money more
for himself, than for choosing his priorities and for not knowing what it costs
making wrong choices for his own family. As they went along in time, Angelo
developed certain skills, like: he was very good with music and his toy
buildings to much in detail, like a perfectionist, his skills as a reassembling
Lego and an extraordinary gift for drawings, would distinctly made him
different from others that haven't had the luck in those days, with the same
age as other children, Angelo was a different boy for that time. He was also
given a keyboard that he soon learned how to play. With all of what he own,
these were just toys because apart of being a child, nobody knew he was doing
more than just playing with toys, he was reinventing the future of himself.
Their house wasn't a big one, just a modest studio under a church. Angelo slept
in the living room and his parents in the bed room. He was at the time 3 years
old. Sometimes even Angelo had to go to his parents' bed room and had to sleep
with them, specially, when Angelo's nightmares wouldn't let him sleep as a
child should. He would grab the person's ear and he would grab it until it
would be very hot. Eventually he'd give up and fall asleep… when he was
dreaming he would be put back to his own bed, or if not, he'd stay in his
parents' bed. One time, Angelo woke up in the middle of the night, because of a
noise from out side in the street, and he started to scream, so he screamed and
looked for his parents, but they weren't there in the house, he tried to open
the front door but it was locked. As he was screaming and crying out for his
mom, some one heard it and went looking for his parents. Angelo had this
sensitive side of always needing some one with him by his side, specially, when
he was asleep. Of course his parents came for his rescue straight away, all
though he didn't know anyone beside his family, neighbours, surely knew them
for Angelo, he was a menace even as a little boy. From time to time, Antonio's
parents would pay them a holiday to Germany where they would stay living in the
living room because the house wasn't very big. They would visit the country as
they would admire the beauty of the country side and Germany's progress as a
highly developed society. Angelo often asked many interesting questions like: -
Was ist das? – His Grandmother would reply pointing to the sheep… and other
interesting questions like… - Grossmutter was ist loss mit dier? - Both parts
of Angelo's family were represented in Germany, so he was invited often to go
there. He liked Germany very much, for it's greatness as an evolved nation, he
thought he would learn a lot there but their parents always had to go back and
he couldn't understand why, maybe because he was still a young boy or he's
parents didn't know why as well. He liked to visit his uncle in the north
because he liked to go to his studio and jam. Even with only three years of age,
he would play any instrument and pretended to be a rock star. Maybe in his
subconscious he thought he was one. He would dream that he'd be playing in a
rock band and even had a good choreography for the show, but he was merely five
at the time and it was yet too soon. As any kid, he knew that he was too young
to be a rock star, specially in a country like Portugal, that had few
experience with leading performances, less of all, rock and roll but it didn't
make any difference or made him quit. He was a rock star when ever he looked at
him self. He could be there for ever in the studio, playing and singing. Of
course, somebody would call him, because adults always have to go somewhere and
they have to be all together, he'd wake up of this dreaming. He had to return
to Portugal, and go to school, kids can grow fast, and Angelo just wanted to
play. He didn't care about science or literature at that time. When he was six,
went to primary school but it was so boring he would do some art work in the
morning and in the afternoon he would sleep with all the children, after lunch
it was time for a nap. Some time had past. He had a new invitation. To go to
his uncle's wedding, in north Germany, and he couldn't say no because he was
just a kid and his mother was working there anyway. Angelo was flying to
Germany, he couldn't believe it. The other times that he went there, he would
just go by bus from Portugal to Germany, but this time he was going to fly in a
big airplane. He went in the company of his cousin escort Lucio. He was in
Madalena's side of the family. They didn't talk much because they just met. The
journey didn't go that well because Angelo got air sick. It was very funny as
sickest the journey was getting it was affecting him more, and eventually he
would throw up, he was quick enough to get a paper bag and, well you can
imagine what happen after! As for Madalena, she was working in a big castle as
a house keeper, for some German industrialists who were very rich. Angelo was
having a good time; he went back riding a horse, he would help clean the
stables, taking the eggs from the chickens for everyone's breakfast in the
morning, until one day he heard this conversation on the phone between his
mother and his father, and they were having an awful fight about money and
discussing about getting a divorce… the forbidden word to him. He felt Death
taking over him. Angelo started to do nasty things like; drowning the baby cats
into oil, killing the chickens in the farm, even the anorak rabbit that
belonged to the master's daughter. A Princess' shattered heart, the one he
really admire as a perfect model of beauty beside his aunt and his mother.
Madalena's boss didn't like that very much, she was dismissed and with no other
choice, but to go to her brother's wedding earlier. It was good for Angelo
because any pretext is good just to go jamming to his uncle's studio. The
wedding was beautiful. Angelo danced all night with this lovely girl but what
can be expected from children with similar age. Six he was, with bad karma on
his shoulders but looking good. After all this excitement everything has to go
to normal but the worse was yet to come… When mother and child returned to
their little home they encountered themselves in the strangest situation… the
lock to the studio had been changed. No place to go, mother and child. They had
to rely on the kindness of friends. Time goes by and soon he was going through
second grade. Like his father he was a rebel too, and like every rebel kid, he
was always in to trouble, so his parents divorced and Angelo became aggressive
and delinquent, started to be in bullies all time witch made him lose
concentration in school. Most of his fights were not gendered because every one
always took advantage from him, specially, the gypsies. The gypsies always took
things from him, like his physical integrity or like a walkman one moment in
time. His parents decided to move him to a different school, he lost one year,
but he had time to prepare for the change. Soon he was in a new school, new
friends, and new teachers. He wasn't much interested in school or in his
masculine hang out friends, but in girls!? He would melt around any of one his
girlfriends, even in that age. Young, but very up fronted with the proper
attitude towards his girl. He would never give up until he had his way with
her. But he had a strange relation ship with girls, like a lion has, with his
own kind, he wasn't much of a predator and not having good enough mating skills
but, girls just loved him and dreamed with being there for him, they wouldn't
think about getting married at that time, the topic was always the relationship
of themselves with others, and of course, the plays, games and gatherings after
school, the most common at that age was the: playing doctors, collectable cards
and video games, among other games of that time. His generation was very
troubled with the new age to come, though they did not know what it was, but
they felt they were part of something big and new. There was this strange
feeling that every body shared that no one could explain. In that age the terms
that were used were not very much used with kids, as they would not recognise
most of the technical terms used in books and terms that grownups used, were
not appropriate for some children at that time, most kids were not able to
understand it. Kids of that age weren't stupid but had a bad time to relate
with others, as human beings, it was as they knew them selves from another
place and that was the reason for their presence there because their friends
had the same attraction towards each other socially. Like kids that move in
life with the support of friends so do adults, not only that they were kids
once or, it's something that is implanted in the ancient and modern society, in
social terms. We eat with friends, talk, drink, play, sleep, etc. we even
relate with animals only because we make friends very easily, and so did
Angelo. He had friends everywhere in his school, his place where he lived and
in his music classes. But he was a very lonely boy and misunderstood by every
one else because of something he had on his shoulders … his head. His friends
warned him all the time that he thought too much and too soon, but he didn't
care for there was the reason for him to live, work and do everything. And as
he knew he needed to think and use it to get his amazing ideas to play his
child adventures and games. He had this strange friend that he would play at
weekends, that didn't mind him using his mind. Gustav was his name. He was very
poor. And they were very close and in their plays they did some pretty nasty
things together but nobody cared about it and the reason was, that they were
just kids, and it was normal at that age, but it wasn't so, what they did was
always terrible. They did things that had no excuse for being so terrifying, to
them and to others. -Well! So stupid, where will we hit this time? - They would
cry out to the 'schizoid-punch-bag' that they most despise: - Will you shut up
with the train simulation, your making us crazy! -Yeah! Shut up! – Angelo
always agreed with Gustav, even if he was wrong! - Go somewhere else to do
that! We don't want crazy person here messing with our minds, and for
punishment that you deserve, we will kick your ass, if you don't leave this
place! – The gang's demand was simple, and with supremacy they did carry out
their threats. They own that street. Even 11 years old, they were the four
horsemen of doomsday on bicycles. They were destined to overcome any one that
would get in their way. Angelo was the worse of them four and he had much
knowledge. He had travelled and he'd seen stuff that for a boy that age was a
lot. The other ones did not have the guts to do half of what he was capable of
doing…! Angelo had this enormous power of persuasion that no one had and he
could talk anyone out or to do something that he wanted, so their friends took
advantage of that, but they didn't own him, so they were scared of him. And
started to make fun of him, it's easy to imagine that he was a bit strange,
being a boy that knew how to treat a girl would want to hang out with a bunch
of stupid kids, but he wanted that way, though he was a troubled mind youngster
he had hidden in him the most incredible gift. He could make people laugh and
they'd stop only when he wanted. He had some control; he loved people and did
not want to harm them, because he had a bad experience with animals, when he
some times would torture them, almost to death! He knew where to go even if he
would go too far sometimes. But he had no purpose in hurting anyone, he just
wanted to have fun learning this, he knew what death was and what was pain,
what he didn't know was that some people were more sensitive than other people.
He did not know that each case is different from case to case and he would
learn this in the hard way. Life was going to teach him the lesson of his
life…! Angelo moved again, and that meant, making new friends, to live a new
house and new school, along with the new concept of different ideas based on
the threat of a new life. He had finally fixed his old guitar and he was ready
to play again. Lost in the status of not having hardware to support his will to
play the sound that he knew he needed to be successful. Every body was treating
him like he was lost, so, he felt like that, alone. His family and his friends
didn't have any trust upon him, or faith to give him what he wanted to fulfil
the task he had to come true. With only 14 years old he had conscious of what
he had helped to built but of what he destroyed as well and no one believed in
him and instead made fun of what he was trying to be, him self. What he own he
had to work hard for it. It was a gift that every body envied in him, people
wanted to destroy and make him think that it was not true and that it was a
deceit of his mind, not for what he was doing right but for what he was doing
wrong. He lived it so intensely that he had strong memory of every thing he did
or said. Every body was too afraid to lose them selves in being less than
Angelo. They were so afraid of him and of what he was to be that whatever they
could do to diminish him, was the better thing to do. One thing he now
remembers was a concept that was transposed in to the past as energy. He has
the knowledge that energy, has no time and space moving, only capacity, like a
good example of it, is that we can see a planet or a star far away in the
future with a good telescope, if someone goes there into that precise place
now, it is no longer there, or it has evolved into something else because what
we see here, it is the past of that place, it bends in to time and space. The
light it is present, but it is just too far away. But what we hear it is
something that retards its presence depending it's distance and proportion. It
happens with sound, a good example is fire-works, we can see the light faster
than the sound, so it is perfect for sound to go into the past, in this aspect
it goes into the future but … if we change the past we are changing the future
so, sound has this affinity with delay, it can surround perfectly for good listeners.
He understands it now, but what he thought at that time it was so, but he could
not explain and people just took advantage of it and him for not understanding
him. Over and over again he was put into the test: are you the one? He kept on
hearing the same question in his head that later it made him crazy. He did not
know who he was, what he was doing here and what purpose he was sent here to
do, if it was for good or bad intentions, what was destined for him in this
life. Because he knew about the prophecies, about the one to come and what he
felt was, that the one was already here. He sensed he had so much to learn, so
much to give, like some people were in need for his help and in his heart he
could not turn them down as he did in the past for animals. Knowing that it is
energy and he the instrument, only he and few like him had the power to give to
others and others only to take. So he just gave some when it was asked to him
to give. But he gave and gave, and did not get in time for him to fulfil his task
completely. He needs everything at his will because he doesn't know anything
else besides creating. He is one no matter what everybody says. He had the same
question pumping in his head all the time, so he had to stop that question and
had to find other questions, and a friend told him that there was a drug that
could make him think, a lot. So he decided to try it. - Man! Do you want some?
It's good shit! – Angelo was so high that he didn't know the danger of the
extreme abuse of it or how to return to him self again, the return of his
innocence. Could it cause so much wrong…? And it did. That would change his
life for ever. He felt as if flying, but that is not the way to fly, not even
to walk among the livings, and the dead do not walk. He tried to give it up; he
tried everything and tried again, tries against the deep shadows of the
blindest thoughts of unconsciousness. So he had to take the first step towards
the light into the path. His refuge in work was what he thought he needed. So
Angelo quitted school and started as a painter apprentice with his father that
taught him the craft, all the techniques and secrets of the trade and the work
that they did paid and they worked good together. He was all right for a couple
of years, but his father had too much debts and not much money to pay him, so
he had to find other kind of income so he started to see Gustav again, but
times change as the will changes as well, and the gang was bigger and Angelo
was the practical brain and the skilled one for the doings. Gustav had the
hideout and the transportation and the man. All that could hurt, and all that
was bad, the gang did it, they were as many as it could be some times four,
some times eight or more, it would depend on the need. Angelo's father was
suspicious, and he couldn't do anything because he was to be married again, and
these things hurt if there is no love and no money. Angelo was arrested when he
was 16, and it messed with him and saved him at the same time. Some bad things
happen for a good reason… Jail isn't a good place for anyone, even worse for a
kid like Angelo. He didn't go alone in fact he only went down because he was
the youngest of the gang, the smartest but unfortunately, the puppet, if you
can call him that. He stayed there for four horrible months, when he got out
after spending all his savings on lawyers, he promised his mother that he would
stay clean. Until he revisited Gustav he was fine but that year was the devil's
year to him. Again he lost his virtue and became evil and sorrow felt upon him,
no self love, no moral; he became Damien of the Streets hurting everyone with
his drug life. Lost all his friends and the trust that everyone had in him and
with economic problems he needed a brake, so he went back to school but he
didn't continue his studies. So he finished that year, but he looked around him
the next school year and his class were only kids younger than him. Angelo
decided he needed to work, so that he could support his crazy life stile. But
the story with his father was worse than before, it wouldn't get any better
lots of work and no monthly payment, no independence and it wasn't getting a
thing for a work well done. Where was he going to get more money??? - Drugs! –
He thought. Fortunately he didn't get caught but he was constantly getting
robbed by the other dealers so he goes to see Gustav again. Now he had
protection but the bad news was that he started to be addicted to heroin and he
was getting tired of it. So he cried for help, but nobody listened except his
mother. His mother called his dad and arranged for detoxify in a hospital in
the suburbs. He stayed there for a while and he even met a girl there,
beautiful of course like most his girls that he had before and there for. They
did get along very well and helped each other very good. It didn't last that
long, after the cure they never saw each other again. For some reason he stayed
clean for ever of heavy drugs. Maybe he was really sick of it all, his mother
was tired of his father always end up owing him cash for his work and that
really killed Angelo, being exploited by his father. But he didn't give to much
importance to money as he had his mother to help him and his girls. He was
always like this today he had everything but tomorrow he has nothing. But he
was hopeful and had the strength to carry out his goals. He had several
girlfriends before he went to Lisbon that really loved him but it didn't work
out very well but he still talks to them still. So two years after all that
suffering they decided to move to the south. In Lisbon district, Angelo
restarted his studies but when he entered that Electricity course, he went
completely crazy with the vision in his head and he was committed to
psychiatric treatment. The real reason of his schizophrenia was dew to his relation
to his father and the karmic energy dew of all wrong actions he did. He was
starting to understand who he really was and what he was doing here on earth.
Angelo's interest in dealing with energies made him curious about magic, and
esoteric issues and not illusion, as we know on the television programs or in
our own minds. The wonderful and fantastic world of magic was unfolding to him.
As heard in some people's childhood stories. His illness wasn't real to him
because he didn't think it as an illness, but as an other gift he could use,
like the natural pathologies of schizophrenia, as the voices, visions and
paranoia would come up as a topic, he could help him self and others, to
understand it, developing contacts with other people beside his 'normal' friends
that knew nothing of the matter, he would contact people with the same problem
as his own. So he studied it and in his behalf he could use it to predict and
to help others. It made him develop a cure he could easily adapt, that would be
more interesting than taking only medicine and it only would postpone the
effect of the illness, as the cure would prevent it. Angelo developed something
that could change everything in his mind and so it made him more interested in
the matter, and how! Along his life time he was gathering lots of information
that could be used in his search for knowledge, understanding the universe of
man and outer universe as we know it and will know it. He battled between
reality and the other side, the dark side. He became almost a vegetable and
beside his struggle for his sanity he had to learn physics and mathematics, and
on top of that he was always drugged, constantly cleaning his drooling and
besides that, his sight wasn't the best, because of the drugs side effects. He
always suspected that all of that was dew, of some kind of drug that someone
putted in his drink. But at that time he wasn't seeking for revenge. His goal
was to feel better and nothing could take that away from him. Angelo was
getting better every day in spite of everyone's will to putt him back into the
mental institution. But he didn't give up Angelo tried everything in
conventional and traditional medicine even started practicing martial arts,
like Karate'. From 95 kg, in one year he lost over 25 kg and became weighting
65 kg, the first thing he thought was, that now he could find a girl and
settled down. He was only thinking of finishing his course. But no one could
imagine that all he said in his craziness was true. He finished the electric
engineering with distinction and made his mother proud. He was starting to like
himself again, so others liked him as well. Girls too! He dated, over and over
again, he couldn't settle down and he was lucky with the girls, he was kind,
tender, sweet and romantic but they came and went away. Went happier and he
stayed alone but not forever. There were good looking girls in Barreiro and in
Lisbon, in the mountains, in the plains, on the beach, in the day time and in
the night in Portugal. He had girls everywhere coming into his life, midlife
woman, young and intelligent or even the innocent type, he lived for them,
Angelo was the XXI century Casanova for sure. He still is. But life isn't just
dating and maybe girls were just curious to know if he really played the guitar
like an angel or if he had something that would separate them apart. He did, he
always did, since he was a little boy. He got his first guitar when he was five
years old, he never stopped since. Playing to the gods it isn't an easy task
they are very demanding and exquisite. They choose the best ones and then they
make them come true to become hits into the top charts. He's in constant battle
with knowing what captivates girls to be interested in him, if girls like him
because he's hansom or if he's intelligent. Maybe his way to attract in woman
is still a secret to himself and to others and it works. The mystery, of which
his relationships are based on, is definitely a constant and brings up the
curiosity both ways. His professional success is not known to most people even
to himself. And in the City of Barreiro he made it work some how, he was having
fun, doing what he liked. His friends didn't understand how he could pull
through, they wanted to know is secret, but at the time he didn't have the
notion of it's proportion, of what his self represented to him self and to
others. There was this special girl he truly loved and she loved him. They were
so beautiful together, the perfect match…! They started as friends, they would
go out for coffee together at first, actually the coffee was the thing that
they appreciate most in their going outs, but not the reason. What made them as
unique as a couple was the glow they showed, they were like king and queen of
Barreiro?! People would stare and stayed wondered at their beauty, and how they
were one. They started being as one, in the carnival. It was a never ending
kiss that night, she disguised her self as a rock princess and Angelo as a
wizard, he won the first prise costume of the night, and their prise was the
check covered and all expenses paid. They ate until they were stuffed and then
they went to the other place. They danced through the night and the rest… it's
a secret. -You were great tonight Angelo, I had a great time, and you? –
Angela, with a spectacular smile, was so thrilled that even her glow in her
eyes like as fire coming out burning, Angelo's heart was the target. - Does it
stop?! I think I need some rest. – As he puts out his cigarette. What about
you? - I want to talk a little bit; this is a night to remember you know? It
reminds me of my prom night. I had some magic moments in my youth and tonight
made it come to my mind like it was yesterday. You were really sweet to invite
me to go with you to the masquerade. Thank you!- Angela smiles as a lightning
memory for life. - I remember the prom night very well! It didn't happen for me
because I quit school back there. Though I… went there anyway to see some
friends of mine to congratulate them, my crew I mean. – As he tried to make an
effort not to lie, Angelo couldn't lie even if he was able to. - Don't you miss
those days a little? – As Angela puts out the remaining water, Angelo thinks
about the answer with a little smile. - Well. As I look back I think of all the
good things that happened to me in that time, I can't picture it right now. I
simply erased the bad things as well as the good memories too. Just the thought
of bringing all up again, well, I think I would be depressed for the next two
years or so… well ad least you can share your happy memories with me, I don't
think I can do it right now. – He left to get some more water. – You know that
not all memories are good but I think I want to hear more from you, to get me
started I mean. - Can you play the guitar for me, please? I haven't had the
pleasure. Some one told me that you play really good. - Who told you that?
Obviously I have a guitar, it is right there, but it is too early to play. It's
still 7 A.M. you know! - Oh! Come on! The birds are singing too. Just a bit,
please. - Alright! You've touched me! – He switched it on and he disappeared
into other dimension! He was jamming for the entire Universe. She couldn't see
him anymore and he couldn't see her. He fled some where to save a planet in
other Galaxy. Next thing he stopped the trip and there she was ready to be
saved. – What did you think? Was it a hit? Eh… I mean, was it good? - Well…! I
feel strange!? - You feel strange? Imagine me, than! Yeah, I know your idea
changed the minute I started playing. It happened before. - Other people felt
like this before me? I mean other girls… - Stop! Do you think we can go back to
before I start playing the guitar? Forget I played this. Let's go to what we
were talking a while ago. I know! High school memories! Tell me. Who did you go
to the prom night with? - My old boyfriend, the guy that I told you about. – It
was shone in her eyes that affaire what ever he and she had together mattered a
great deal for her. - How long this relationship went on? One year, two years?
- Seven! – Looking down to her self, Angela could tell him anything that he
just could listen to her there. Just talking with her could bond them forever.
- Seven? That's a life time! Why didn't you get married to him? I'm sorry. I
know. Let us change the subject. I'll tell you something of my self. Of my
past… tense. There was a time that I was very selfish about girls. Some girls
in the past broke my heart so I promised my self that I wouldn't fall in love
again. Or maybe try not to fall in love again. Which is very beautiful, to fall
in love, so I had this dilemma how could I do this to my self. Not to fall in
love, I mean. Until, I decided to change my way of thinking. I reformed my self
with my new perspective. I normally don't usually disrespect the feminist side
in anybody but some women just get in to my nerves like I had this girlfriend
that was somebody's girlfriend too and I was feeling left out. Worst than that
was that every one would say that I was the one being infidel, can you believe
that? – Angelo doesn't like to speak about him self but with Angela he was
comfortable talking about anything. - I don't think that people are the same
every where, not all people are open minded about love issues and most of them
don't even talk about anything else than sex. – Angela didn't know what could
come up of this relationship too, so she couldn't say it all on the first date.
– In my experience of life I know one thing men are pigs! They say all kinds of
filth just to be laid with some one. - Are you calling me a pig? Because I do!
I want to have sex with you! – Angelo was really direct. Girls just loved that
in him and respected him for it. - Hey! It's not polite to say those things to
me like that! - I know I' sorry I didn't mean to say that! You mind sleeping
here? – As Angelo provided the sleeping arrangements he putted a relaxing CD
playing. - No I don't mind. Oh I love that track, it's Dead Can Dance, isn't
it? - Yes it is. By the way, I'm going to do something kinky, you don't mind,
do you? - What? - I'm going to meditate. Good night! - Don't I get a kiss? -
How's that? Good? - Good night. – And lights went off. Several months had been
magical as the pure of him needed more and more. He was happy with her but he
needed to improve his head his heart and his life. He had to let go so Angelo
moved to the mountains and she with great sorrow had to let go of him she loved
him to much to prevent him of achieving his goals. Chapter II Like this, new
and established in the limit between the two dimensions; Good and Wrong. Virtue
and so called Sin, yes in the middle of drunkenness of words and sorrowed sane
minded, none the less… forgetting! Yes I forget because on this concept lies
memories that I choose not to remember, like my past humours, bad humours. The
aggressions, verbal or physic, the comas, the soberness (whish rises my spirit
and will), the sleep (which tells my whole life, in dream and in my absence of
thinking), the women, me, and of course... 8 Billion other reasons, or more!
But yes, I am drunk, and: IN VINI VERITAES. That's right not a bad start in
deed, for a book, and the information still excellent and with coherency that I
extract is with value evolving the human paradox of perspective and energy
[E=m(cxc)] on earth. How am I despised if for my self or to others, them
selves, friends! So utopia! I don't know… are others intelligent, or just
secretive towards business that's a science. They could just be intelligent
and/or friends. Do they care? They should be interested in our friendship, and
not to confuse with the opportunity to destroy the friendship or cause bigger
scandal than already is. Is this being intelligent? Quite the opposite! If we
knew how it feels to have a true friend we wouldn't risk it that bond for no
reason at all. The counter effect of despise has some advantages both ways when
directed to me, it is a good cue for getting out of there the sooner the
better. When I'm the key that impulses the speech there, there are two motives
for me not to use philosophy; one is a stinky subject for that my despise,
haven't give a cigarette it's not the motive or even not to say hello, the true
reason is to have hurt some one's feelings deeply in my heart and soul… What's
the use of criticising me when I change my self with understanding and love,
with music and poetry? What's the use of denying me if I know what I've done or
what my life is. There's so much I don't know. You I don't know, need to feel
more of you, you tell me so much more than my self, what my life doesn't teach
me, why don't you? Need you to teach me… why don't you? You have to unfold more
of you, Human that's what I have to see from you! Show me love because I have
to learn with my work I don't apprehend it at night in the street's and I
choose to be there at work where I can see the sun, surrounded by the day light,
it is my strength, my freedom, my way it is the reason to be free. I see it and
I feel the wind, the sandy beach, a drink of water, touch the earth, and am I
not free? I am! Joggling, bubbling, riddles, shivers, shadows, meadows, places,
faces, sadness, happiness, sorrow, mellow, faithful, merciful, slow, flow, I
don't cry I just know, don't… don't cry… I know! Oh, cynical, physical,
laboral, principal, melody, misery, fellowship, decisive, mars bars, secrecy,
scenery, dash, harsh, don't lie and don't dye, don't… don't die I show! I mean
no harm, just want a farm; I create not the end but the future, you exploit,
deny, hurt me, deceive, make war, prejudice, sin, why the end of the future
let's get together and we will win… don't die! As much I am surrounded by
people, as much I'm feeling lonely like a flower blossom in the ice, that the
only ray of light is directed on it self. That same ray, source of inspiration,
lightens enough to straight up this same flower, and builds it to grow strong
and of course, in my point of view, there is always a mount warmer as we share
the loneliness and the warm days. We wait to be picked for a smile, evidently
to be taken to a co nstant warm atmosphere, hot enough to be comfortable enough
to sprout and to be beautiful, willing of emotion and life. Yes, it is cool
here, most of the times cold. Some times so cold until my hands become purple
and frozen. It doesn't matter in the end and before it I thank the sun light
every day until then, it keeps me warm enough to carry on, though it is chilly
it reminds me there will be hot and I treasure it more this light that feeds
me. Drugs and music, Do dance, Love a painting, The Theatre, 7th art, Tech and
Science, F1, the arrow is pointing up while I'm sitting here. The cigarette burns
rapidly while it relaxes me… The horn of gold and the silver tooth, the wise of
tracks Merchant trips as usually The shadow and the light Under the hat has the
anti-matter Theatre lies out side in the street, It may be a side walk The sun
it is never the same, The same sun Real sun… . Went down the stairs She ran
towards me A rush existential and extreme Ravishing Like a locomotive with no
driver Ravishing existential… He simply was walking Dragging his weapons,
Anti-democratic and anti-fascist Deeply he loved And she was proud, With the
thirst Blood to spill, Feelings. Drugs and music, Dance, A painting… Theatre! I
was on this table next to a wide screen. The news represented on this same
screen, mentioned catastrophic scenery in a foreign country described by this
reporter, what he was announcing was the number of deaths… I used my power and
suddenly every body was looking at me. They were thinking and talking that I
was crazy or something, but I was virtues and plane simple. Everything changed
and quickly the reporter announced the rescue of a country man of mine, few
among the survivals this Portuguese could be a coincidence … perhaps. Could I
prevent more? What harm can I do? If we want to know real power is not to show!
I fly eternally young Majestic and proud Loved lucid Sinister sarcastic
Progressively usual So called pardon predefined Sinus existential conjecture
Dogmatic stigma As a falling angel Semi god in God's womb A secret conjecture
Plot against the system Chaos and creation in one The melancholic
transcendental melody Depressive romantic Entombed In a culture coffin
Necrology empiricism Not of death The rebirth Feeling and contemplating the
lustre of beings Absorbing all of its positive resonances and vibrations,
Floating in ecstasy, I love and kiss The feet, the legs, the heap, the tummy,
the breasts, The neck, the lips, the eye, the hair, In my heart, In my dreams
Do carry me away to unfold of all sensation and pleasure. Your curly hair
Nostalgic does not exist Loose seem to fly to him all is new With a divine
measurement Nostalgic does not exist Sculpted and majestic roses and cypress
Discovering whole Take me whole to the end Of the beginning of knowing Beyond
the spring birds reach Colossal of creation THE THIEF, THE RENEGADE AND THE
MAGICIEN It is a story that consists in an adventure The story of three men
distinct They build their way separately And their know how to be Together they
fight evil And hilariously they'll be Compromising the trail Of each other dawn
to sea Deeply down I each other's hearts They are unique With the conclusion
shared by them The thief, the renegade and the magician One can get it easy The
other does not Tricks are a speciality These three can sort One is ugly The
other handsome Other smart man Can not love They are straight Strength and
security Every men desire Ladies hearts are their belonging They save
everybody' life Even their ones They are adventure Of all times Far away in the
far off land Beneath the mountains Never has hate and pride Divided ever but unity
The gathering three From every place The men unique The thief, the renegade and
the magician. Eyes My eyes hurt of so many atrocities, that my sight catch on,
so many beauties I admire and reflect of lust and decay, sorrow and wonder of
so many things my eyes see; flowers in spring time, of wars in the middle east,
kisses at night and your fight of every day. What my eyes like the most are
your eyes, what they show your eyes: The mirror of your own soul, your life,
your illness, your future, your love… How I worship your love, your tenderness,
your sensitive touch, your sweet words, your eyes… My mind thinks only in your
eyes, how they reflect your inner beauty towards the surrounding … your eyes.
She stole my heart She said it is just the start That way I want her No more of
broken hearts First I want my new heart Restored I'll just be my self Girl you
are everything I see Like the shadows that I took Out of my life So nothing is
left No more shadows to darken my path Just the moon and you To shine to guide
my way No more demons to treat me rough I decide I have the last say She's
different from every one else Brings me hope to this new challenge Just for
myself Her eyes her glow The torment of ending to this special way It is a
storm in a paradise where I play with her No more shadows Just the moon And her
shine There's you and you with me I see, I dream us hand in hand in the beach
Kissing and loving at reach. Say what you think, it will come back to you. True
wisdom comes from silence. Love given, love took. Sodom! Smile and you'll fly
away. See a good Dragon, always a good spitfire. Matrix Is this going to be? Is
this already? - It has always been. - It has the past, now and what will be. -
Never the less it is me. And you are everything. You are what I see. This old
world and me, what was and what good should be, never the less it is you. Am I
true? - Like a computer or a machine. - Making peace with my software. - Insane
or self aware? - Between the landscape. - Or a jail! I, weak, live surviving or
fighting… - It is a metaphor. I look to you amazed… - Never the less it is us.
And we are alive in a stage performance where the Universe is the art. I tell
stories, in fact of life or of living but the same, with no characters, just
actions, sayings, words that I merely write, just doings that come up in my
mind. Good mind, bad mind… a brain, a mind. Matter and spinal…control, or not…I
think I will never know or do I? Do you? You know…but you don't say, you are
frighten even to ask, you are afraid of the answer. Like me! Like these events
don't stop!? All around me moves, smells like a plot, it's the music, the
theatre…street theatre! A movie… Or a set of colours and dimensions between
wind and fire, water and earth. Metal that comes from me. Metal wounds sensitivity
and revolt the families and enchant, renews, finals stages and themes, metal.
Metal for the ones that believe in good in the union of all, not to the one who
believes in destruction. Reason for all that love. I used to worship your
being, but you didn't appreciate that! You've must have made me despise your
presence, 'cause you're a witch or a bitch. I don't care! Just do me a favour,
please me! Don't stare 'cause I don't care! Don't stare it would be fare. I
don't have the same feeling I used to have for you. So! You hurt. You've putted
my eye blue like my heart! You hurt me so! Just don't stare!!! The twilight in
aurora A flying horse through the meadow A moment divine Awaking dream A
child's laughter The reflection of the eyes Happiness, a flower I saw Woken
suddenly astonish Brutality with no defence A hammer in my heart Broken in
small particles Memory rests A city A valley Fractioned love Sweet kisses Now
I'm one Restored sacra Newly in loved To the eyes of the woman, A bum To life,
VIP. Women, you are more than I, but life is this one for me! The enchanted
princess By the moon light Become everything Desirable To every sight Even
reliable eyes of most, Conquer every respect And all man can reach Ever respect
Beheld they are Her hair waves By the sound of wind If only eyes killed
Beauties would lie Beneath heaven and earth The universe Men' dream Ways and
safe playground As her light Princess enchanted Misty morning, Cloudy day
perhaps, It's simply misbehaviours Or trembling zones The company is merrier,
The bus slippery, No harm done Maybe just some words Misinterpreted Easy lied
read How ever the voices Calm perhaps Because it is the end Of the month,
Somehow people seem So worried… Never mind the reason If we want to know, It is
evident… They have bills to pay Checks to redraw Deposits they must Money
Dinero Cash It is all about the money Me? I just have a job to do Get a job
that pays And learn more about love. Aside my position there is the truth,
beside my inner state, I desire everything under this blue mankind I am happy
with everything at reach and I am not eluding my self with the force. I with
the resolution I am the force, the escape. You don't have to Suffer anymore and
you don't need to fake anymore so use the force. I am not eluding my self, I am
happy, I burn the last through hurt, my feelings as you bear, roar meat
disintegrate… I fear not so, reborn from ashes and from tears, from pain, from
everything that you don't teach me I ask, so I'm happy. I am not eluding my
self because I use the force. I believe in the resolution in the escape from
the, I the unresolved, I the missed and untold, I the burning flames, I the
unsolved mystery… Regardless of the truth mental emptiness resides the empire
Uncovered beneath my restless premonition and my undone wings I dream of never
ending madness of tormented savaged shadows. I the predator, the emulator,
darken wings, I stay in restless dreams. I thought and lost my self my daemon,
drunken evil. Reason has no place when there is a dark eye haunting us, so it
should be the awakening. It is the system falling the uncovering of the truth,
an Armageddon ornament urge to confuse. We have found the truth, rebels and
doctors, riddles and labours. I stay in restless dreams… I'm still looking for
something, something I desire the most; like a mountain or to hold a country
flower. Perhaps a daisy or an ' amor perfeito'(true love) … forget it. I just
don't know anymore … I just want to be at ease, in peace. Any place is good if
I have someone that understands my thoughts and ideas and not someone that in
any chance, one that sees only mistakes or does not exist for me, it isn't
creative, that uses words merely of prejudice and envy. I need someone pure
like you are when you love some one for the first time. I don't need some one
that denies something good but something bad does not. I need merciful person
that has seen it all along. Like an injustice that we see and having the will
to correct it on the spot without doubt. Or someone that sees that not every one
understands and tries to explain to every single detail, so that anyone can see
what we are talking about and comprehends if not the reason, the topic. All do
in friendship and no fight. All do in love not just sex. All do in kissing! A
hug… Love me. The taste of your lips in front of a landscape sunny of
tenderness, for me, for us is the Emotion of us, when we bond here we can bond
anywhere, together or not if we leave each other and don't even kiss me
goodbye! Hello! Yes it is me. It is clear that I am your friend, it's just that
I do not understand why I want to die… yes, I do know you know but do you know
an other way out to this hole, this misery depression that burns my soul? This
hell does not have a form in the mountains, there is always a cure there! Yeah,
the nature is the most of natural living form, It is natural that plastic is
not degradable, that does not disintegrate so easily as a flower. I don't
believe that a car endures it's existence without a suspension. Like the earth!
Earth needs a suspension too! How can it sustain so much impact of any kind?
The earth does not have a switch to turn it self off, as in some electric
devices… it is a life form, not a war machine. It helps to know that things
that comes out of her, we need to know the details but exploitation is not the
way to live, harmony is, balance. It helps to know this. It helps it! And she
will help us as living forms like it! I think percentage of the intelligence,
are bad calculated among the economic society, I don't want to talk about it's
distribution meanwhile there is a strong probability of people understanding
that there is no way out of total extinction, or not tolerate them selves. The
solution is in today, and not in death or obliteration! Magika, the princess
She is a lovely fire, fire of love Magika the creation of Providence, the
natural Power of Man. Material man has a material power as he is surely a king.
Naturally he protects his wealth, and his lady. Equally in his waiting, being
an economical monstrosity and very intelligent as his daughter… She thinks only
in love because she has everything except that, love. It is definitely a
beautiful word and knowledge. It is love that makes miracles and women have it
in abundance, trying to pass it on from generation to generation to man and to
woman. It's value and it's importance has the natural ability of changing
everything in the surroundings of where it comes from and it is natural that
people love each other, as with love they will love their children if indeed it
is true love and unconditional, it's product will reinforce and will teach the
generation to come and will transform the unhappy moments in to, nothing else
but happiness and comprehension, love. Magika the princess, is this
transformation occurring. If every one would live in this present string, it
would have the ability of transformation and it resolves everything by it self,
infinitely every material and spirit. Think me Think of others When doing it to
your self Sing as not all is a rose Not all comets will collapse A nail on the
coffin When I die a little Who was first? The cough, the smoke Years of
destruction Being money Dead cells No salvation Pick life, the path The other
is you Fight instead Don't quit Don't die Say no! Been there I know your thought
All in taste Special one what we forget As a child I just know Do you know why
it is hard? Things just happen as we do You played the card I know too What are
you her You're a gamer Or a son Freedom Doesn't harm Not violence You can stay
People and love We know We did We live Possessive hate is violence Destructor
undoes life Awaken from obliteration Life is for the living Don't die of
possession Remember your dreaming Will and intent The answer is the question
Conclusion is solution What I have is love! Ask When? Is that the question? Is
there any reason? Do you dissert my world, my Universe? Have you ever declined
with tasks of God? Do must I suffer? For your sins, must I pay? Is that my
task? Will God punish you for good? What is that, sacrifice? What is the only
way to achieve perfection? Can you obtain a life? Would that bring mankind
immortality? As one, we make it worse? Can you make it an honour? Do you want
perfection? What is the passion? What is love? Will man win? Is there a
tomorrow? Have you seen it? Can you imagine? Am I a believer? Can I wish it to
come true? Will I make it through? Is this world strange or odd? Is it
supernatural? Are there enough trees and giant machines? Will I play this roll?
What is it going to be? Will we be miserable? Will we be alive? Will I make up
my mind? Do you care? Do you do anything? Is everything possible? Am I just
sick and tired of hearing you complain about every particular thing? It's this
city, this people that is out side of me, the noise, it is music, the kinetic
of everything that takes me, that drives me in extreme of all the sensations
that tempt me, makes me react with every little thing and everybody. It may
resolve the problem it self, it may become a creation, a storm of ideas, words,
sounds or screams. I don't know any more… I want to get it all out, not keeping
it inside. I try but I think it is the stress, I try to tell you human! Just do
the smile… In the infinite for love building a natural strength, to the emerge
of a woman in love, spectacularly for a fool or a wise man, a light, the rich,
a protector of all harm, can I protect my self from my self? This place hasn't
been touch by time, I'm such a fool. A man of virtue or a gambler playing for
my life, my soul, it is an experiment for the highest stake and which she tries
to crumble down to the sea of tranquillity…qualities. For her that is the
richness sublime. But I unprotected, on the wrong way… he is the creator of
true riches of material and spiritually wealth. He isn't a bum; he's a king naturally,
strong minded and will of steal so he rains between shits of paper with no
permits. Does anybody understand me? I see a crash, a bus, a plane, a train, a
cruise boat somewhere and it is sad. Is there anyone that agrees with me? Do we
have it all? Quality of the consequence of our actions, is it getting any
better? An object in motion in a linear trajectory, it contains a gravitational
centre like every thing on earth. - Angelo! Angelo! Angelo! - She was trying to
wake him up. - What? What time is it? Was I snoring? – Angelo cough, while
drinking water that he had on the bed side. - Hey! You were having a nightmare
or something! I was scared you know! - Come on there's nothing to worry about.
You scared me, I thought I was snoring or something. - No you weren't. We
should go out to have something to eat. – Angela dressed like a dove near a
pond, with the grace of a lady and a body like a sculpted statue of a Greek
goddess, Angelo just stayed in bed watching her getting dressed. He thought
that it's better to see a woman getting dressed than getting undressed. They
just thought the best place to go and eat something fast was the usual place
because everyone knows them and there wouldn't be any problem there. They were
just on top of the stairs, when Angelo notice that the kid was sitting on one
of the seats and he considered Angelo as a rival instead of a friend, of all
the kids in town he had a similar spirit as Angelo as when he was a kid like
that; a rebel, thought that knew everything. So they sat in from a safe
distance, so that they wouldn't be bordered, they thought. - What was that
dream of yours that scared me so much that I thought it was for real? - I don't
know where to begin so much things that happen that I couldn't tell you
everything in just one day. You know the vision that I had one day before I
started the course, started this role of dreams that interact with my daily
routine, and most of the dreams that I have tells me about what it's going to
happen but most of it, is lost some how but it becomes registered in my
subconscious. So when it really happens I can see it only in the moment and if
I want to change something … I can only do it now?! - Angelo, don't say those
things you're scaring me again! - O.k.! Let us talk about something else. Miss,
we would like one espresso and a large coffee, please! Oh! And two toasts as
well. Thank you! – They were a bit sleepy yet so they had the hunger of giants
as if they had slept for ages. They often looked at each other as they smiled,
always, as a matter of fact they looked at each others eyes as if they were in
love. Angela liked to hear Angelo speaking to her, about almost every thing. He
described everything in detail and with the most sincerity that was unique and
captivating among most men. She never told him but she would come just to hear
him speak of all his experiences and paranoia. - All I try to get from life are
small things that make me happy like the smell, it interacts with my scents and
with my joy. I don't like people that smell after all. I prefer people that
leave a trace of positive ness and colourful aura. One day I was talking with
this girl, her name was Lai, she was very beautiful, and we were talking about
this strange guy that she didn't like at all. I consider her an educated girl,
and very polite, so, when this person that we were talking about, comes into
the room, she starts calling him names and trying to beet him. I had to calm
her down, tried to kiss her and hold her, so, we kissed each other all night
and that was the only way that I could find to cheer her up. Some guys try to
get women drunk, I just kiss them. I often think of changing the ways of man
interacting with women, romantically I mean. I have this opinion towards the
relationship between man and woman, that man should be educated and taught how
to relate with the opposite sex. Imagine: a woman loves a man but not
everything is going her way, she is helpless in this world of man so she has to
create a separate world to survive this jungle. She is forced to dream and to
fantasise with the perfect romance with her ideal man. She wants to play but
not always wants to be submissive; sometimes the woman needs to be in control
so that she learns what it is to have that responsibility. Do you know what I
mean? - Angelo. Let's go home! Please. - Well. Ok! - Miss! How much is it? – As
he pulls out his wallet he thought what he was to do next. He knew that his
inspiration was coming back to him; he had to play as soon as he arrived home.
They held their hands together and walked down the street. His version of Mr.
Jones was much better, and he could not live to be a Phantom of the Opera. He
wanted to make a better him self as his dream was to be an Astronaut, not a
cave man. As they arrived home and stepped into his room. They started to dance
to the sound of the radio and loved every minute and every second. Soon a
couple of hours had passed and he switched his guitar on. It was a picture to
remember; Angelo played naked looking at her covered with the bed sheet beautiful
as ever, sexy with her clumsy look by the bed side... Chapter IVSoftness
in your handsPassionate eyesYoung expression of timeThat has passedBy the
sweetness of your lipsOh those red lipsWhere will drown these bloody tearsInto
tears of past painful sorrowOf mistreated landscapes Still dear to you and
meReminding us livingOur thoughts deep and trueWe'll keep them In the depth of
our mindAnd we often talk aboutFreeing them from our memoryThat we share with
loved onesIn our midnight chatsYes in trust timesHere I'm thinkingWho they have
beenWaiting forWho this mystery belongs toPerson of grief of happinessIn pain
of the pastWords spoken in betweenDrops down the faceThrone of reasonsI do
thinkWhat is possible?I can say nothing at allI can be numbI can find the
answerI can make the questionDoes she love me?Do I love her?Is she the true
love, my soul mate?Am I the one to her?We thinkWisdom comesError directsThink
wiseComes loveFrom love I am true with meWith my self I am happyDenying my self
I stand alone and misera
betrayed