Among the living

A simple man looking up the stars
a tree moved by the wind
desert and river, mountain and snow
There are so many things I will never know

A milk skin girl a cross the street
a letter wrapped in your scent
Fish and Shellfish, rock and sky
There are so many things I will never try

A book in a shelf full of dust
a buried bird under serpents eggs
Cloud and rain, thunder and skin
I am the seed of a brave new kin.

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Lost and Found 6 – People Deconstructivism

Deep inside her mind there was a little girl crying for her mother’s love, she was running in a wide green field with a massive mountain range in the background of the landscape, tall pine trees were all over the mountains and the cold perfumed air filled her nose, she was somehow free, but she missed her father’s love, deep inside her mind family was the most important scar she had had.

She was sit in an iron like chair, she was tied with leather straps, needles pierced her skin on her hands and arms, a huge with and bright ring was around her head, Images were projected into her optic nerve.

They were attempting to manipulate her prefrontal cortex and trying to change her unconscious mind set, the images passed one after another very fast, sometimes sounds were linked to them.

She had her eyes closed but her mind was wide opened, as a chemical derivate of LSD was being pumped to her bloodstream, her subconscious was now naked in front of her tellers.

She woke up in a small white room, lying in a small white bed. Her Clothes were in a chair, her belongings were in a wood pedestal, and among them was a black envelope with the red swastika on it.

She did not remember much, but her mind was tired, like a disordered room. Slowly she started breath in a calm way, with a monotonous rhythm, going in and out and repeating the national socialist mantra, constructing herself again, she started from the foundations of the ideology and then the recognition of what she was, her perfect race and her responsibility for being genetically superior, the Wagnerian Song was then chanted with a low voice, and then she started to sing loudly the German empire hymn.

She stood up, and dressed again; she felt still dizzy and had to put one hand in the wall not to fell.

When she finished her mind reconstruction, she looked the envelope again and did it parsimoniously; with delicacy she opened it and extracted the beautiful cream paper that had her destiny written on it.

Lost and Found

Clara was a black haired, black eyed, white skinned girl. She was on her twenties and had lots of things on her mind at that moment.

She looked in the mirror and liked what she saw. She turned on the cold water and washed her face, she felt the icy liquid spooking the phantom of the sheets that were trying to seduce her to come back to his arms.

The snow fell gently outside. The morning was still dark and, the streetlights were still on, filling the atmosphere with an unusual glittered glow.

She took a short shower and dressed up, put make up on her face and perfume on her neck. She brushed her beautiful shiny hair and had a final look at the final product of years of work, study and suffering.

She was obsessed with her image and the mirror was her best friend, she was far from the typical egocentric superficial girl; she had reached a deep intellectual level, in which Greek myths and renaissance concepts of beauty played a major role in her judgment, she supported her efforts with complicated social and anthropological studies.

Today was her big opportunity, she had the work interview with the TMA; Trend Management Agency, her dream job was in her grasp and she intended to fill that vacancy no matter what.

 She put the iron cross her father had won in the war on the lapel of her black felt coat, took her portfolio and the recommendations of the members of the party and went downstairs. Look in to the little wooden box were she kept the keys.

But the car keys weren’t there.