"This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around."
- Natura Principia
This city lives in pollution, nice and
thick, it blocks everything in sight; and all dark alleys fucked up with graffiti
on the walls become the centre of all centres, testing our yearn for vices,
this craving we have to do some more sin... and what happens there, stays
there, protected and secure in the conscience of the city. Not in ours, we don’t
have it anymore… conscience…
These fumes, they’re created from our disappointments,
and they grow vast further out in time. We have no idea where we’ve been, and
we hardly give a decent fuck where we’re going. In this jungle where everything
is erased but the exaltation in our need for greed, we’re chased only by
ourselves. Here, in this den, nature met its doom – it found us; here, our
lungs are filled with poisonous air, when our diseases grow in numbers, come, we
got them all.
… remembrance of what we were, even that
is lost. Things we’ve lost are measured in people… in this sad little blue
marble we call home, people are treated like things, accessories.
… and I am that Corto, incorrigible romantic, who still feels happiness beyond
description to my heart from our strength in numbers… the only baggage that I carry
is the gold of my faith in love, so I love some more.
Hopes gather, they vibrate surrounding
me with their signals for instant karma; arriving from my north, merging
themselves quite elegantly with the freedom in my dreams… so that I can have
options once more, fresh fortune in another autumn of my saga.
Way too many structural reforms of my
soul tissue have already invited themselves in, in an age when soul poverty is
extinct and long forgotten. Changes reshaping me on a cellular base, I can feel
those added chromosomes to the niche, enriching me. All those thirsty fiends
inside me roaring in restlessness for this new age, my age of plenty… when I have
options once more, in another colorful autumn of my saga.
And into the core of all these
sensations lies a true woman, safe and secure, protected with my substance of
life; giving me purpose, defining me… when my options are firmly situated within her, when
our freedoms merge in this state of two… in another autumn of our saga.
All this thirst for your beauty inside
me, alluring in its core, so compelling, beckoning, chasing me… so I follow my
instinct and release myself to your calling; I am your possession to have, willingly.
My water, my savage queen, warrior woman, my Valkyrie – nothing ever compares to you!
And when I try to take a deep breath, you’re
that burning sensation filling my lungs with hot air, so that I can never have
enough of you. In each moment succeeding, I’m becoming even more addicted to
you, and this lasts, forevermore – only to mark the beginning of this
Anthropocene, like you mark my flesh with your fires and furies.
Enwrapped in such passion, I’m obsessed
with your occult lust… so I bite back!
With a freshness of a mountain spring I quiver
finding the path to my secret sea. In this everlasting breakthrough against elements
of nature, my fireplace is closer and closer, and all those worlds beyond…
Suns extinguished so that new ones could
be created from ancient sparks, lives passed by only to feel another rebirth… but
the dreams for the woman never appeased, they roared fiercely in the depths of
my untamed core, forevermore.
The ember was inflaming when the thrill
of the hunt gained only in strength. In that ancient struggle, identical for
every new generation, whispers echoed on the inside that I’m getting closer and
closer in my search for my female equivalent.
And here comes this dream for a smile
that returns all specters of light in my eyes. This look which awakens shady
reveries from the past. A touch that restructures my build in a calm embrace, as
a port offering home for all my wrecks of ships… when her kiss renews all
freedoms of my soul.
And I’m recreated there, skin on skin, from
centres of the brain all the way until edges of my fingertips. This electric
current hurling through my cell structure carries her name, so that this skin I
live in is her undoubted dominion, undenied.
In this most desired comfort, when I breathe what she breathes, I’m happy
at last… only because she sleeps there with me:*
Your tender loving eyes release my pain inside,
all those whole desires left undone, yet belonging to you, totally. Years changed
and transformed into new seasons, when time lost its meaning, for you mark an
age in this bare destiny of mine, and I can never hide – never from you. Times never
pass, they grow into something else and my desire to belong gets only stronger,
you’ve changed me by making me so much more. You’ve stamped the right side of
the heart, nested yourself there ruining me for other women. Even this world
has changed in my attempt to divide myself into two, so that a part of me will
never be missed over there in your brave new world, in that new place you call
home, in that bed where you knit your dreams from that soft essence you’re made
of; and that other part of me stays here in my naked existence, dormant in a
dreamless state, all those dreams stolen with your tender affection… I can
never again dream without you.
In the soul centre of my wicked
intentions there are derelicts of my broken psyche, eyes without a face… rapid tendencies
granting me lapse of memory, seduction in forgetfulness; and this is not
because I’m absent minded, I’m just easily distracted by abstractions of my
objective reality, when most of them never wear any panties. It’s my own fault
that I can be seduced and left beyond repair… then again, I need no corrections,
I’m already guilty enough, I’ve crossed all lines of soul maintenance… to be
more precise, if the apparent line is here, where I sit at this very moment, I’m
somewhere safe, far south of the border, some place nice in sunny Mexico.
All these infidelities gather and nest
in the simplicities of the complexity which I represent, so that I can be left
lost in my own ignorance, only to stand sharp for even more betrayals; and this
is not because I lack loyalty and sense of belonging. It’s my own fault that I can
be easily confused and left amazed in a temporary astonishment for every two
legged personal hell which crosses my route to nowhere, wearing heels and looking just great in a light summer dress.
I should be tortured by these mixed
emotions, by my contradictions in appearances. A sensible human being would say
that I should’ve learned something, but all I’ve learned from these derelicts
of my broken psyche is only to respect that dark part of me… eyes without a
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too
late, all mistakes are already expedited into full reality. And this madness
rules the deviant residue of thoughts as a consequence of this moral
corruption, a madness that can never be undone. In the heat of the summer, jacked
affection for living remains, twisted as it is, perverted to the bone, only
another form of stability.
Years by now mark this living on the
edge, occult dancer maintaining steady balance on the steep ridge of life,
choosing willingly insomnia that also can’t be undone. Because days are way too
bright, and nights are only short for what needs to be done. Actions have
erased any trace of lines, and what lies ahead can’t be taken into account,
nothing is predictable anymore, it beckons… all awaits undreamed.
In the forgotten need for silence of my
I thought I have a sight, I
thought I can see, and then I met you only to find myself completely lost in my
own ignorance and confusion. You are not just a surprise, you own the potential
to mark my existence, to alter this reality I live in. I can see your
intentions on your face, I’m written in your smile with satisfaction and joy.
And when your scent is the first thing I smell in the morning, that heart beat
before I open my eyes, so that the next heart beat I can see you dreaming in my
arms… this gives me strength every morning to walk through the cruelty of every
day because I’m here, wrapped in my skin, and you’re somewhere else. My days are spent in waiting, my hell is
not having you. And in the nights you return, you come back to me, and this
life starts to have a meaning all over again, living is when I’m in bed with you.
It is the same ritual every night, just like this one… I always fall
into sleep after you, I’m in thrills admiring your beauty every time before I
go to sleep – it is the only way I can dream about you in the depths of the
night. Both of our worlds are gathered within the radius of the circle that is
this bed. Symmetrical
in the consistency of style and character, harmonious in the body language,
we’re both a collection of pieces creating single complex entity, our
I don’t know if you understand, but none of us will be the same anymore.
Something was trying to rise from my depths to the surface, a strong
force in an unstoppable endeavor to push forward its way to the truth and
reality… a distant memory, a story that stirs things in me, feelings, love felt
In that age when the world has lost its values weakened by the depravity
of our darkness, when people still believed in deities; the two of us were
enchanted by the sounds of our flute song, high notes filled with magic for a
fairytale, a story that echoed in loud deafening music as long as we were
together, side by side, awake or asleep… a song that belonged only to the two
of us, it began right there on the ground, where we both danced drunk from each
other, and echoed across the skies of blue, where our angels made delicious love.
The single truth we knew was that we existed, I for her, and she for me... beyond
sacrifice or pain, beyond regret, destroying that trinity and creating a guaranteed
belief in the future – our deepest love.
I looked at her clearly as if there was no air between us. She was a
sight for my sore eyes, alluring and exceptional, as she was. Her smile
transcended the beauty of her soul, overtly telling hidden stories about the nobilities
of her inner radiance, all of them releasing themselves freely from every pore
of her skin, creating a scent with an esoteric will to enchant every cell of me.
A female with such beauty, that only a single one of her angelic kind should
exist at any given time, because the balance of nature would be disrupted, for
she represented a counterweight to everything that was foul. That kind of woman
had her eyes set on me…
In that age I remained an
angel belonging to another angel, enjoying her to her smallest bits with the
childish purity of my boyish charms, without scruples giving my panache in
return… and when she left, in that single moment when I lost her, for reasons
so obvious to me, my most darling innocence vanished with her. And from those
ruins which remained, I had become something else, something occult – an angel with a dirty face.
It was her eyes that attracted me the most, huge green with a tad of
brownish in them, almond like... I loved them, the way they looked at things, the
way they looked at me. And every time she blinked her pretty long curved
eyelashes, it was like a moment stretched in time, a moment meant to be savored,
a moment without an end, only a beginning. Oh my, all thatpurity in essence wrapped in such a petite body,
so fragile, so clean, so very good... always kept safe and secure, never in
harms way, as if she was some desired secret left untold… beauty unspoken,
untouched. Twenty – twenty something years of her youth, and she is that
universal object of perpetual adoration… oh my, a young woman meant to be
flavored, such a gift for me!
And I’m left completely disarmed, who wouldn’t be… but, I’m not
speechless, I’m not voiceless, hardly incapable of reacting to such a marvel in
front of me. If I’d believe in blessings, in that moment I’d definitely say
that I’m blessed, but that shit don’t work for me, religion has forsaken me
from her charms a very long time ago. That warmth inside me, it was something else... it was that
deranged behavior of my wicked intentions, all of them perverted; a profound
savage craving in the conviction of my full darkness in the depths of me. She
wanted to feel something other than divinity and life in privilege, it was her
calling of all my devils to enter her purity only to feel completely surrounded
by them, by me. Every mistake she skipped to make all those years of her youth,
and here come I, sinking her into the custom regions of my depravity… sleepless
occult malice that I am. There’s no running away from this, she has already made
her piece with her decision, so I take my time, no rush to open the beginning
of that new moment, a moment that will never stop… then, when these blue eyes
turned back to black.
There’s always depth of emotions when two worlds collide, a piece of
destiny shaping with an unknown result…