When Lucy went partying - Part III

Lucy met a new friend in the green lands. It was a weird boy, who looked like a boy but at the same time looked like a girl. Lucy wasn't sure if he was a boy or a girl. His (or her?) name was Angel.
This person was passing by under the tree where Lucy was, when she dropped an orange on his head, while attempting to move around on the branch. She wanted to analyze the area better.
'Hey!"
'Oh, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?'
'Yes, but it's ok. What are you doing on the tree, girl?'
'Oh, I was dropped here by a paper plane.'
'Oh.'
'Seriously! But, let me get down here so I don't drop anything else on you.'
A moment later, Lucy was down. 'What's your name?', she asked.
'Angel'. 'I'm Lucy', she said, but didn't want to ask her new friend if he was a he or if she was a she.
'I'm going to a party, near here. Would you like to come?', Angel invited.
'Well.... oh, well! Why not?'
And that's how Lucy ended up in the paint and cupcakes party.
They got in a house, with a round roof and lots of flowers all around the house and hanging on its walls. There was a lot of paint marks on the outside and many hoses. Each hose was in a different color.
All the guests were supposed to pick a color and get a "shot" of paint from the hose. Lucy chose the purple/pink/blueish hose.
Inside, there were cupcakes everywhere. Of all colors. Lucy ate one. At the first bite, she felt like she was falling down, into the deep blue sky, falling through the clouds. That was the "falling-into-the-blue-sky cupcake".
Then she got an orange one and bit it. She felt an explosion of energy and felt like jumping and kicking and playing the drums and screaming. That was the "orange energy cupcake".
Next was the yellow cupcake. She felt happy all of a sudden. She felt like she could touch the air and it felt like the air was as soft as silk and she was so happy that she wanted to sing and dance and hug everyone.
And people were all eating cupcakes and playing games, ball, dancing, singing. It was an awesome party!
But there were no older people around....
Anyways, in the end there was a shower of shiny bits of stars. They called it the "rainy stars" because they rain over those people from the greenish land.
Lucy met the owner of the party at the end of the party. This girl had purple eyes!!! Her name was Felicity and she told Lucy where the next town was, but that she would have to be careful, because the path to the lake was dangerous and, if she was unlucky enough, she could meet Angr, the dragon. She gave Lucy a pink marble and told her that, if she ever met the dragon, the pink marble would protect her.
And so Lucy went on on her quest.

Music and Writing

Beatles save the day again!
I can't possibly explain enough how much good it does to me to listen to songs and write. Write! Music!
I don't know what would be of my life without music and writing.

Lucy in the sky and the paper plane - Part II

In her quest for the lost mirror, Lucy found herself in a very dangerous trap; the enemy was sneaky and she didn't see it. All of a sudden, she had fallen into an abyss, so dark and so deep one could throw a rock inside and not to listen to it hitting the ground.
But when Lucy thought all was lost and she had failed, this paper plane came by and caught her in her fall. It was small and very light, and it could barely support Lucy's weight. But it caught her and saved her from a very dread death.
It flew with her in its back, up and up and up in the abyss.
'Where do you come from?', Lucy wanted to know. Who threw that plane in there? She would've never ever thought a paper plane would one day save her from a deep abyss.
The paper plane didn't answer, just flew. Flew, flew, flew. Then she started to see the light coming from outside the abyss.
And they kept flying up and up and higher and higher.
And then they were in the sky, in the very blue sky. The abyss was far behind and Lucy could see all, all the lands and green and lakes and all the world seemed beautiful again, from outside the dark deep abyss.
The paper plane flew by a beautiful tree and dropped Lucy on a branch. She didn't have the chance to say more. The plane took over and flew away.
Now Lucy was in this very green place. Where now?

Nowhere man and me

There was this man that came by one day. It was a normal day, with blue skies and birds singing and I was just sitting around, on a bench, under a tree.
He just sat by my side. In his face, wrinkles showed that those eyes had already probably seen much, even though they didn't see anything anymore.
He turned to me and said, 'hi'
And i said, 'hi'.
Then he looked at me not really looking and told me from nowhere. He came from there. And I felt peace.
He didn't have a penny. He didn't have a house. He didn't even have sight. But he saw much more than you and me.
I asked him to tell me where nowhere was, because now that was where I wanted to go. But he told me I couldn't go there.
He just gave me a broken compass and told me that it would take me where I should be.
And he stood up and walked away.
And then I stayed there, incapable of getting up, trying to find a cane to help me through my blindness.

FINALLY UNDERSTOOD

More than 10 years ago, I had a teacher. It was a short class, only a month. I was only 16 or 17, full of dreams, ideals, ideas and energy. The years hadn't consumed it yet by that time, and I used to think everything was possible to those who believed. But that is not what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to talk about this teacher, who used to finish all the classes with a specific song, that was very dear for him. I never understood why that song was so important to him. Today I finally understood.

He did some wonderful in that small theater from that stupid city I come from. There was something alive there. He was trying to do something substantial there. And when I went to him full of dreams he didn't naysay me. Instead, he introduced me to some ideas. But I didn't do it. I could blame everyone and everything, but the only one to be blamed for is me.

But, back to that teacher, his classes had a soul, a certain thing that is difficult to explain in words, you gotta feel it; they got together more than 100 young people, most of them teenagers, and we got that feeling of sincerity, heart, solidariety. I don't know. There was a bounding feeling there and that feeling was motivated and started by that teacher.

And I can understand today a little bit of the heart of those classes; not completely, of course, since he was a very complex person, like all people are. But a little bit of what he wanted to teach us, of what he wanted us to learn. And it wasn't about theater. It was more than that. It was to keep that feeling alive, the feeling of change, the energy you find in young people to change things, the desire to change. Because as years come by the system smashes you and you forget all about that. You become massified, on more can in the shelf. And that was what he didn't want us to become. Just like the people we were against. Just everything we hated. Because unfortunately, if you don't observe yourself very closely, that will happen. You will end up becoming what you never wanted to be. What is easier, what is "doable". What is "sensible".
He just wanted to let that thing go into us, in our minds, to keep our youth alive, our energy, our ideals.
That is, maybe, why he always put that same song in the end. He had us all get together as much as we could, in a circle, and hold each other's hands. And listen to that song. And today, after listening to it carefully, I could tell why.

This beautiful person tried until the end of his life to bring Art into the life of my city. The city became uglier after he left us. The theatrical movements sort of died. He fought for the life of theater there. There isn't a city theater anymore after he was gone. You pass by it and it is dead.

He died of Aids a few years ago.

ROMARIA

There was this pair of dark eyes
I used to look at
Long long time ago

In these eyes I saw hope
I saw deep deep inside
I saw promises

That kept me going
That felt safe and right

But these eyes went away
And I didn't follow them
They said they'd come back
They never did

Now I roam around
Looking everywhere
Trying to find

I'm afraid they took the long road
The one that never comes back

I'm afraid I will never see them

Their memory lingers inside of me
And I still can feel the warmth coming out of
Those eyes

Maybe they went
Where they had to
Where I can't follow them

Or maybe I just missed
The road