East and West

They met in high school: he, crazy, long haired, talkative, different. She, beautiful, quiet, shy, sensitive. He, from the East, and her, from the West.

They saw each other for the first time. He was immediately interested in her. She, not so much. But he was persistent. He would send her flowers, love notes, messages through friends. One day she said yes. And they started seeing each other.

He was communicative, joyful and loved talking to people. She was introspective and thoughtful. He was always surrounded by other girls, who found him very interesting, with his peculiar appearance, long spiked hair and bell bottom pants. She was beautiful with her micro-skirts and long, silky dark hair, surrounded by her girlfriends or alone, with her daisies and her cats, dreaming.

He worked very hard to pay for his studies, since very early in age. Her father paid for her studies until she finished college. He graduated in Engineering and she graduated in Arts.

They loved going for long rides, into the countryside, without destination, without time to return. Then the first baby girl arrived. And, with her, the life of moving.

But times started to get hard. His ghosts from the past started pressuring further and further and, in his fragile composition, he started to become susceptible.

Then the baby boy came. More moving.

She started to become more and more alone. He started to have a bright career, but his ghosts wouldn't leave him alone. Soon enough, his ghosts became her ghosts, too.

And the ghosts starting consuming him, eating him alive. She would try it all to bring him back, but he was dying each day more and more. And their love began to break apart, among tears, blood and hurt.

One day he decided to go back to the East, to find the soul he had so long lost. She accepted, having now two little bags to care for, all by herself. Although very small in complexion, she was enormous in strength, and both of them she carried on her back.

He didn't find his soul. And the ghosts finally finished eating him up. And she was alone.

But love is bigger than pain and hurt and it survives, through forgiveness.

Years passed by. She knew she had to forgive him so he could go. But she never had the chance to say good-bye.

So one day he came back.
They were young again. He was at the top of a green hill, looking at her and smiling. In his eyes, she could feel love. In her heart, she felt peace. She forgave him. And, smiling, he waved good-bye to her for the last time.

Lucy's first kiss

Every day, on the way home back from school,
looking up at the starry sky,
Lucy would walk thinking about the kiss
He would, one day, give her.

In the bloom of her 15 years
with her long dark hair swinging from side to side on her back
and ten books in her thin arms
she could taste the kiss she had never had.

In her memories, sunny days
when he would walk up the hill
and her eyes would follow him
since he disappeared
among the old trees.

Days in which she would follow him
From the distance
Observing each step
Each maneirism
Singing for loving ears
that would not hear her.

Lucy saw him the first time
crossing the patio
on her very last day at that school

Her mouth opened in shock
And her many books fell to her feet
As he passed,
Slowly,
Sensually,
As if knowing to be admired.

In the tender of her 14 years
she felt the bitter sweet cut
and the bells toll
and she got dizzy
and she ran away

In the sweetness of her 15 years
she had already the taste of passion
in her virgin lips

Singing love songs alone
Making promises to the stars
Dreaming of a sensation
Unknown to her

In those clear blue eyes
A smart sparkle of youth
In the sensual smile
a dash of mischief

And Lucy,
Scared and in love
with shaking legs
and sweaty hands
Finally came close to him

And when his cold clear blue eyes
met her warm innocent dark brown eyes
she felt like falling
and words fell from her mouth
scattering around

And as he walked away
Poor Lucy's heart
was a mistake

And every day
She would follow him
Crying
Singing
Dreaming

Til one day
he finally looked at Lucy
with her long dark hair
and dreamy shiny dark brown eyes

This time
She didn't walk home alone
with books and stars

This time
In her hand
she held his

This time
She didn't follow him
through the trees
til he disappeared

This time
before she even took notice
her books were falling from her arms
As he held her in his.

And, under the big trees
Warmth flooded her soul
Like a river carrying her body away
As her heart slowly melted away...

Stick People

Stick woman stands in the pink room. In her stick face, a smile that is not stick at all. And pumping through her stick body, a heart, that is not stick at all.

Stick woman sits, waiting. In her stick body without veins, her bloody flows fast in excitement. What is she waiting for?

She is waiting for stick man.

Stick man enters the room. For a moment, there is a smile on his face that is not stick at all. And a heart pumping out of his stick body, that is not stick at all either.

Stick woman stands up and her not-stick heart pumps so fast it seems it's gonna jump out of her stick body. She walks towards stick man, with her smile and her heart.

But all of a sudden, the pink room starts to change. The pink walls start to bleed and soon the pink room is all red. Each step she takes towards stick man, the walls change the color, getting darker and darker.

She feels her heart hurting and she worries about stick man. And she tries to run to him. And as she runs, his smile starts to change into wood. It woodens and woodens and woodens. And so does his heart.

When she finally gets to him, the walls bleed black. And it's all dark. And stick man's smile is hard wood. And so is his heart.

Stick woman cries and takes her heart (that is still a heart) in her hands and gives it to stick man.

And stick man, with his wooden smile, takes her heart in his wooden hands and eats it.