SUI GENERIS

This story belong to the 4 sisters war storie series

The desert is full with danger, above all, when you walk under the sun light on suit with a briefcase replete by papers on blank….. for some reason, always, when i look under my foot, i can’t find my shadow .…..clumsy, i displace over the sand shrunken of shoulders watching at front…watching to nothing….as i go, far away, pass by mi side, many old cactus, dry with few thorns invaded of holes made by vermin  that save their pathetic lifes when they drain that liquid, the same liquid that one day made them flourish… but this decrepit mastodons are proud, and they won’t let them fall appart.…. if it is true that they  are still stand tall, their spectral figure offer an environment ideal for a vicious scene own of a prophet who haven’t tasted a single wáter drop since a year ago, without feeling his wife’s skin, women, who, didn’t recognized the last time they  meet  becouse she was shedding skin, or at least, that he’s being told by the muse mouth, the one with which tangle the day before he felt the urgent need for break out from home to find an epiphany to tell.

Foot print by foot print my track fade away inbetween the dark deception planted by the time since my shoes were socks till the patent leather that were carefully glazed.

My lips fired in blood,  outlined the morbid grin full with pain, with the banquet gently  given to the hawks…..evidente is to the eye the hate on the rapine that tear apart the reptile that is still alive… mmm…it shake’s in anguish and with useless purpose, it shriek with all the strength, while it’s clade await in the shadows in the surrounding rocks…a growing sound  drown the shriek…it is a ravens crowd  properly dressed to reclame the rest of the body that ab-intestato they will share.

Finally, the night arrive, and with the sun fallen i find mi way home, the stars salute me, the moon chase and the serene breeze that arrive with the gloom pampers me… it sound’s the sweeter lullaby that hoots with tender love.

Behind my bedroom door, defenceless it retreats the secret of my inmortality.

Back to the office, i hide in the dark mausoleum, and the ravens salute me again with their caw.

The sound of a voice is a true bless…and your Word well recived it is… it is hosted nicely, and in humble tone i sugest, please, allow me to use my body some time.

We have the same house, the same bedroom, the same friends, the same sight, the same eyes, and the same flesh, the same pustule with the same bitterness.

Today i dressed on red, i went to the cout room, an like any given day between Monday and fryday, i opened my briefcase, i bend my eyes, i grabbed my sword, i calíbrate the tilts, then i condemn 6 inocent people to be able to sleep again.

When i wake up i wanna see, a rope, two whisky bottles and vodka to share, one bale  with feathers, and in the cold ground,  gagged the assasin from yesterday…the bastard has a big house, and a beautifull woman, but, at his body, there is not a single innocence petal that use to adorn him on spring, saddly at Winter it couldn’t bloom again.

Now i’ll procede to make justice as my duty commands…i know you talked to my friend says the shit in your pants. by the way, Greetings from your wife, i find her this morning, in my garbage along with someother bags.

Ok, i already said enough… some stories are better recounted with blood, the plastic will help me to clean the garage.

I’m not being rude, instead, i wanna be honest, after 9:00 pm, i’ll laugh to death and probably, you die while i laugh.

This is not a toilet….. now smile ^_^

Be welcome everyone to my courtroom, my dogs are the jury, at the back of the knife the prosecutor and in front of it, the one to be punished.Made By:

Edgar Fabian Gil Amado

The Sight Behind The Dark

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Sui Generis

Pertenece a las 4 hermanas story

El desierto está lleno de peligros, sobre todo cuando se camina bajo la luz del sol en traje de paño con un portafolios lleno de papeles en blanco….. por algún motivo siempre que miro bajo mis pies no encuentro mi propia sombra…..con movimientos torpes me desplazo sobre la arena encogido de hombros mirando hacia el frente…mirando hacia la nada….conforme me alejo, pasan por mi lado cactus viejos, secos con pocas espinas, invadidos de  agujeros que dejaron las alimañas que salvaron sus patéticas vidas drenando el liquido que alguna vez los hizo florecer…pero estos viejos mastodontes son orgullosos y no se dejan vencer….es cierto que todavía están erguidos,  sin embargo, su figura espectral ofrece un ambiente idóneo para la vil escena de una visión propia de un profeta que no ha probado una sola gota de agua después de un año, sin haber sentido la suave piel de su mujer que no reconoció la ultima vez que se vieron debido a que estaba mudando de piel, o al menos, eso escuchó de boca de la musa con la que se revolcó el día anterior a tener la urgente necesidad de huir de su casa para encontrar una epifanía que mostrar.

Huella tras huella se desvanece mi rastro en el oscuro engaño que plantea el tiempo transcurrido  desde que mis zapatos eran escarpines hasta el charol mandado a lustrar.

Mis labios encendidos en rojo, esbozan una mórbida sonrisa  llena de dolor, con el banquete que un enorme lagarto albino gentilmente le ofrece a los halcones, una simple familia de un cernícalo vulgar…Evidente es al ojo el odio en la rapiña que despedaza con lentitud el del cuerpo del reptil aun vivo… mmm…se retuerce con angustia y con inútil propósito, chilla con todas sus fuerzas mientras su clado aguarda en las sombras bajo las rocas que los rodean…Un creciente sonido ahoga los chillidos… es una multitud de cuervos vestidos con propiedad para reclamar los restos del cadáver al cual ab-intestato sabrán distribuir.

Llega la noche y con la caída del sol finalmente encuentro el camino a casa, las estrella me saludan, la luna me persigue y la serena brisa que llega con la penumbra me consiente y arrulla, suena la más dulce canción de cuna  que ulula con amor.

Detrás de la puerta de mi cuarto, indefenso e inerme se refugia el secreto de mi inmortalidad.

De regreso en la oficina, oculto en ese negro mausoleo, me saludan los cuervos otra vez con su graznar.

El sonido de una voz es una verdadera bendición… bien recibida tu palabra es… la acojo con agrado y en humilde tono sugiero que me permitas usar mi cuerpo alguna vez.

Tenemos la misma casa, el mismo cuarto, los mismos amigos  la misma mirada, los mismos ojos y bajo la carne la misma pústula con la misma hiel.

Hoy me vestí de rojo y fui al juzgado, y como cualquier día entre lunes y viernes, abrí mi portafolios, vendé  mis ojos, empuñé mi espada, calibré mi romana, condené a 6 inocentes y me fui a dormir,.

Cuando despierte espero ver una soga, dos botellas de whisky y vodka, un fardo con plumas, y en el suelo amordazado al asesino de ayer… el bastardo tiene dinero, una casa grande y una linda mujer; pero en su cuerpo no hay ni un solo pétalo de inocencia que le adornaban en primavera y que en invierno no pudieron florecer.

Procederé pues a hacer justicia como es mi deber…la m%&$!=  en el pantalón me cuenta que mi amigo te cobró la renta, ah!… Saludos, en el cubo de la basura me encontré a tu mujer.

Ya dije mucho, no hay por que adelantar… algunos cuentos se relatan con sangre, el plástico hace más fácil limpiar.

Si te asustó mi hermano, yo no soy tan huraño, carece de sutileza, es algo extravagante y mordaz.

No soy grosero, pero sí sincero y después de las 21:00 aterrado me verás.

Un consejo… esto… no es un sanitario; ahora, sonríe.

BIENVENIDOS TODOS A MI TRIBUNAL!… de jurados, mis perros,  de espalda al cuchillo, el verdugo y de frente, el criminal. Así se hace justicia niños, aprendan de su papá.

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MADE BY:

EDGAR FABIAN GIL AMADO

THE SIGHT BEHIND THE DARK

Dying for love, waiting to live on it.

Walking through the e.r. i could see, a contest no alien to me, like this start the story that sometimes makes me worry in the middle of the night, and haunt me in my sleep.

My heart is in pain and i’m still in the hospital waiting room, at triage, they told me, it isn’t so serious but that don’t look good too. with horrible open wounds  There are a lot of people waiting with me, even so,  they  don’t suffer like this… everybody seems to be calmed, bleeding to death in this dream makes no harm. This people looks happy, so, why do  i feel crappie?,…….the nurse holds a list and the contenders names she said at loud, quickly, it gather all the crowd, and the finalists are taken out.

The winners chariots to are fancy… mahogany, oak, pine and cedar, on this charming evening etiquette is required.

A huge parade happens on the street… the procession is about to leave… the hosts are quiet,  and people don’t buy it…… from street to street the world says hi, to the amusing circus passing by… the widows laugh, the orphans path, use to bring home a new dad, he shall put coin in their pockets…. while he play’s with their moms at the cold war with a rocket…. the kid pleased ran happy to the icecream shop at his new club, a house full with some other friends where boys and girls plays to mommy and daddy at the nights  play off game.

The cheerleader and the capitain has the uniform of the same team, one without clothes all dressed all with pink……….. make love and say no to war, or make a war just to make love.

I’m still stucked  in the hospital, and the doctor say my name, she smiles after stealing my robe, and murmur in a wishper, let’s put a   beat in that heart again.

Made by:

Edgar Fabian Gil Amado

The Sight Behind The Dark

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THE DRAMA JEANS, AND THE SHOE DILEMA

Good morning Little freak, we find  the same predicament again, the yellow lagoon along my wall was the most  stinky greetings i’ve ever seen, but even so, the message was clear……………. you are still there.

i always will remember our first fight, you ran after me all week long, and once more the day after that, just to have a pleasent moment with my pant…………….. you  damn animal, all my closet change after that.

I wish to keep my dignity telling you how dangerous is the beast that made a nightmare of a walk on the park, it is not a doberman, it is more something like a rat………. the real threat is it’s  owner, i can’t handle that man, he has the size of a mountain, the hair of a lion, the eyes of psychopath, and robot arms, the man has more muscles than a gym, at first sight he seems to be a gladiator, and here comes the laugh…………. the dog name is coki and the guys name is miss march……………. and yeah the dude earned the title at the contest the american gay doll, how kool is that!.

i don’t have  anything againts gay people, i must say, my best friend is a lesbian, and her girlfriend makes an awesome cheese cake, this guy is also a good person, on his pet lays his defect, 3 days ago my shoes gone Brown, and  my pant boots were punished on that way.

when i come back home the only chance to keep clean my shoes and my  clothes , is playing hopscotch, hahahahahahaha, i’m back on my kínder days.

Last Monday, i ran a block and a half just to get myself out of sight and kick the dog ass, but instead of  hurting the white rat, it’s eyes broke my heart, then,  the Little puppy hook up  my jeans for umpteenth time.

Aaahhhh!…………….. (O_0) however, i  had a dog, it’s name was custer, also named the marquis of my block.

At the end of the day  i don’t blame you, my  jeans are too sexy and you love blue……………. the same shit, the same shoes……………………. but i gotta thank you the tender gesture on that last sunset my newest furry friend…. you did shake your ass like if it had a tail.

that day i was sad missing someone i’ve never had, the girl i love, she has stop loving at all, this fissure across my heart menace me……….. one more jilted lover, my heart shall  not deserve  to beat.

Thanks furry midget, you made me smile again, she will remain in my soul, and you are now a good friend.

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MEETING YOU WAS A COINCIDENCE, FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU WAS INEVITABLE.

It wasn’t needed your presence for you to touch my heart, although it work’s with perfect compass, i’m in agony before the absence of reason.

This waltz wasn’t made for dancing alone, my attire require a couple, the  toxido i’m wearing propose a melody with your dress for an enchanted evening.

I know that tonight you’re not looking for company, or somebody to love…….forget your  friends…….allow me to talk, ………. Inside my chest you will find shelter, on the entrance gate,  i shall recibe you with a hug, the rain brought you my beloved one,the epiphany is the ocation, it was honest, the look in your eyes………….i could never hurt you my dear love.

Perennial roars in his sleep, beat’s the same balade inside of me, becouse nobody can avoid to their souls, being touched by the sweetest melody tone made by the eternal instrument, that on a red note, tale’s us a story of pain, happiness and devotion.

This feeling is a dream itself, indómita storm invokes with tirany, the emotions rules over me, the happiness blushes the sky, it fall’s with softness a White veil that will give us the perfect alibi for our sins.

I don’t hope you understand it, the fear confines you, you are a locked butterfly at a cristal box, trapped with the espectation of never get lost, however, yourself ignore that  the cristal box was founded by a prince inmerse  at an spell, a floating petal came along the creek, it brought me the reflect of that old elusive gift, that’s the only clue  that i have of the only one, who must  govern this croesus empire at verses  of  an stoic  lover, tight of hands   with the face full-fledged with tender worship.

I  have molded with patience at ceramics, a mock of the divinity who showed to me  the  living picture of perfection.

Saddly,  magnificent at it’s shape, the porcelain breaks easily, that exuberant  show  to my eyes, isn’t capable of vanishing the  sadness and shame  when I remember it’s real condition; that supernatural beauty  was cursed eons ago by gods with the only thing they have to spare; time and loneliness.

You are my owner, and  it drives me crazy, when I try to fit in my mind that you don’t wanna love any more……nevermind, some days later, you will see how invisible I can be.

I  shall not bother you again.

Made by: Edgar Fabián Gil Amado

The Sight behind the dark

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CONOCERTE FUE COINCIDENCIA, ENAMORARME FUE INEVITABLE.

No fue necesaria tu presencia para que pudieras tocar mi corazón, y aunque marcha con perfecto compas, agonizo en la ausencia de la razón.

Este waltz no se hizo para bailarse solo, mi atuendo precisa una pareja, mi toxido propone una melodía con tu vestido para una velada encantada.

se que esta noche no quieres compañía, ni alguien a quien amar, olvídate de tus amigos…….por favor, déjame hablar………. en el centro de mi pecho hallaras abrigo, con un abrazo te recibiré en la entrada, la lluvia trajo a mi amada, la ocasión es una epifanía y sincera fue esa mirada…………nunca podría herirte amor.

Perenne  ruge dormido, late en mí la misma balada, pues nadie puede evitar que su alma se conmueva ante la más dulce tonada del instrumento eterno que en roja nota, relata un cuento de dolores, dicha y devoción.

Este sentimiento es un sueño, indómita tormenta invoca con tiranía, mis emociones me dominan, de alegría se sonroja el cielo, cae con suavidad un blanco velo que servirá de coartada.

No espero que lo entiendas, el miedo te confina, eres una mariposa encerrada en una caja de cristal, aprisionada con la esperanza de que nunca se pierda; mas ahora, tu misma ignoras que tu caja fue descubierta por un príncipe inmerso en un hechizo, un pétalo que flotaba en el arrollo trajo consigo el reflejo  de este don esquivo, es la única pista que tengo de aquella con quien gobierno este imperio creso en versos de un amante estoico atado y con el rostro pletórico de tierna adoración.

Moldeo con paciencia en la cerámica una maqueta de la divinidad que me ha mostrado la imagen viva de la perfección.

Tristemente, magnifica en su forma, la porcelana se quiebra con facilidad,  aquel extasiante espectáculo para mis ojos no es capaz de desvanecer la tristeza  y la pena que me embargan  al recordar su condición; aquella belleza sobrehumana fue maldita por los dioses hace ya algunos eones con lo único que les sobra, tiempo y soledad.

Eres  mi dueña, y es desesperante tratar de concebir que no quieres amar, descuida, mas adelante podrás ve que tan invisible puedo ser.

No te voy a molestar.

Made by: Edgar Fabián Gil Amado

The Sight behind the dark

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Dancing With Krishna

Pushing hard between my memories, comes to my tongue a sad passage, one of the first ones, and today i wanna share it with you, this conversation makes part of a group of flashing memories that some times comes to me in the darkness moments.

Granny was sick at the cardiology center down town at the santander capital city, far far away from the town where i was living then, after a 7 and a half hours travel through an open trail, we arrive to the city at 1100 hours, and even though it was already happend 8 hours since our arrival,  mommy was reluctant to take me to the hospital to see granny…………………… i was boring to death on that day!, after all i was just a 3 year old kid, however, something odd begin to change the day.

Like magically, i win a blank check, if i wanted something, i noticed that on that monday, everything was only at one “i want it mommy” of distance. Toys, junk food, clothes………any way, all those forbidden pleasures, carefully reserved to my birthday or xmas, that was the day when i started to think that i was actually some sort of prince or something koollllllllll, it was that, or the other unlikely chance was that i was death and finally a reached heaven, hahahahaha, heil glory, but the tale was just beginning, and that glory was meant to end on a dark amen.

Untill that moment the day was awesome, but i was so so tired, that  i ask to mommy, when i was going to see granny.

Mommy say nothing, then a funny siphony stole my attention….an small group of musicians poorly dressed were playing a happy song in front of us, with my eager eyes wide open i wonder to my mommy, moooooooooooommy…….what  are they doing? and mommy said to me-“they are praying to their god while they play at the same time.

-Fabian:”moooooooooommy……………………….. Can i play with them?

With a tender funny  face Mommy said, “ofcourse you can my cupcake”.

I run to join to the fest, and while i was taking distance from my parents, i listen to my dad who just arrived asking to my mom,

-“Did you told him?”, and exhaling in a whisper i listen from my mom.

“I don’t have the heart to do it”.

By that time i was jumping around with my hands raised to he air, and singing the song, hare krishna, krishna hare, hare hare, hare krishna……….i still laugh when i look back and remember how easy was to be happy on the kinder garden days; on a crazy twist my eyes lied down on my mom who was crying on my dad’s shoulder…………then, in that exact moment i realized that i will never see granny again, but in my crying, i keep jumping…..praying to god, that please make her rest in peace.

I miss you granny.

I love you. T_T

Happy woman’s day.

Made by:

Edgar Fabian Gil Amado

The Sight Behind The Dark