In the beggining...

... little after I was created, as anything freshly made, I dared only to floot on the surface of writting. Romancism, ceptcism were main abordation's on my texts. But the one's who I enjoied most was when I wondered, lost in thoughts up here, in the big rock near the mountain top, I looked up and admired her and just moments after that, I would come down to my place and writte a Moon's adoration text! 

However, with time, things beggan to change. Quite a lot! Only two things remained: my ritual to go the very same spot every time and the love before my lover.

Where are you?

Where are you my dear? Where have you been in this last couple of weeks? What have you been doing? The time for you to change your looks has already passed. Where are you my beauty?

I miss you, you know?! All this days when I go outside at night and I look up, to the place where you live, but only a few of your neighbours are there. If only they could answer me, answer to my question perhaps I wouldn’t be needing to write this text, this love letter for you my beauty.

Where are you my lover? I miss your cold, white, pale face, looking at me, starring at me. Without you at sight I can not receive the energy that you usually send upon me and that makes my mind and spirit almost as clean as taking a bath on the ocean.

You know how my  maker loves the ocean don’t you?

Where are you my sweaty? The last time that I saw you, you were diminishing little by little and by then, I was missing you already. Can you imagine how I fell by now? After all this days without you not even near me? Has our distance been a bad thing already now you fail to show up right in front of my door. Why my love? Don’t you love anymore? You know that I still love you don’t you?! I always wait for you to come and as you usually wait for me to get to the top of the mountain.

But now for the first time sense you and I became lovers, you fail me. Where are you Moon? Where have you been? Have you forgot how important you are to me?

Ssssh. Rest my love. Now that I’m finally free from any obligation,  no longer bound to society, you and I have all the time in the world.

Wait for me Moon, has I am waiting for you now.

27th January 2009

My Lover

Me and her can only see each other at sundown and night, but it’s at night that her beauty is at its pick. One night each month I can’t see her and each day she changes her looks. It is also each month that she is more beautiful then usual. Her white face glows marvellously and sends to me a strange energy.

I look to her upwards and she looks to me downwards. We try not to be seen but from where she lives there are thousands of watchers, but they do not bother.

She’s so far way and yet so close. We fall in love for each other recently and few know of our love.

Our lips never touched, our arms never exchanged a hug and neither me nor her, ever step foot in each other land. But I love her for her beauty and she loves me simply because I love her.

We will never be able to do anything but exchange looks!

Why? Because my lover is The Moon.



9th July 2008

Greatings

"Madness, is a very close state to perfection". This were one of the first words to come out of my mouth! I emerged from his mind by the July of nearly three years ago; then given a name by that very same time; a few weeks later I was given a personality and writting style. I was created from this moment on and with time I beggan to have a story, a life, a familly, an unique apperance - as well as a clothing style -, a more accurate character and gained my freedom entierly!
I despise talking about my self; it is as worthless as it is completely uncesseary. The last thing you shall know about me is that, at long last, people truly interested, shall know my words, what I have been writting for this past three years.
Now it will truly...beggin!