El Cóndor PasaAway, I'd rather sail awayLike a swan that's here and goneA man gets tied up to the groundHe gives the world it's saddest soundIts saddest sound
Alice and JhonoAlice and Jhono by sinapsys1
It was a cold night, so cold that it would turn your heart as cold as ice…
I think that night, the weather was around -20, but even so, the room inside was warm and confortable for our two tiny friends that were going to wake up…
Alice, was the first who woke up and when she looked around, she realized out that everything around you was bigger! So, she woke the little Jhono, who was sleeping without any concern for what was happening around him, and then he said:
“What's going on?”
Alice was very scared to even try to speak. When Jhono realized what was happening, he got a bit scared too, because in the first place he could not understand why they were too small. Even so, he could not show his fear; for only thus, would frighten much more to the little Alice.
They were in the corner of the bed, which is red and it seemed a big place. Suddenly, our little friends heard some strange sounds… Like, if something around them, were crawling and it was getting
Until the last breath!Until the last breath! by sinapsys1
Until the last breath!
was the thought that ran through his mind.
While he was falling down from the sky.
Everything seemed so quiet, so beautiful.
The air blowing around, softly,
While, he could listen to a requiem in the distance
where, each word has lost every single meaning,
just to try to tell him, that, everything's not lost
from a place that only they know,
in the infinity. Where melodies are lost over time.
As he was falling, everything felt lighter, without that 'weight of being' in those eternal seconds,
watching as life passes quickly through the eyes.
ever, knew fear, sadness, joys, disappointments and love.
expecting quietly, the last breath.
That will give him a new birth, after a deep sleep
A kind of sleep, that, nobody can get back so easily,
A sleep that could change everything in a heartbeat
A sleep. where you'd like to stay, even if you want
to be back, just to see as you were.
in a time, when he left his soul
without a reason to exist,
just to try to find out again
El cielo y yo.El cielo y yo. by sinapsys1
Era una agradable mañana de primavera, en un lugar cálido y agradable. El día empezó realmente bien, para nuestro pequeño amigo, el pajarito. Este pequeño amigo, no era como las otras aves, él nunca pudo volar, quién sabe por qué. A él, le gusta pasar tiempo en las mañanas, viendo volar a las otras aves. Para él, era algo increíble.
Los vio volar tan alto, y sintió que sus pulmones se llenan de vida, pero al mismo tiempo, mientras disfrutaba del momento, un sentimiento en su interior iba creciendo rápidamente y luego, repentinamente y cuando él se dio cuenta, estaba inmerso en un mundo de pensamientos y de repente, una pregunta se le ocurrió… ¿Por qué no puede volar como las otras aves? Esto siempre lo hacía sentirse triste, por lo que, aquella gran mañana se fue disolviendo lentamente, convirtiéndose en un día gris, el de un pájaro que no podía volar.
Un día, nuestro pequeño amigo, se fue a su favorito colina, donde siempre se podía sentir una suave brisa, a través de sus alas,
Little SparkLittle Spark by sinapsys1
As someday, a little spark of light was flying in the immensity of the space. She thought she was lost in that dark place the unique thing she that she could see there, was darkness, if it was something that we can call of that way.
She was losing her brightness, every day that she was there. Till one day, she could see something in the distance, she wasn't sure what that was. Even so, she tried hard to go there.
She noticed that the distance between she and that big brightness, was huge. But even so, she didn't give up, so she used all her strength and she transform herself in pure energy and could fly so fast like never before.
When she arrived and faced that big portal, she already knew that she needed go across to the other side. She took a deep breath and close her eyes, and entered it.
She didn't feel anything or listen something.
When she opened her eyes, she realized that there were a lot of sparks as she. She was floating through a lot of sparks. Some bigger than others, some
I hope that
You were lying
When you said
It never meant a thing
Because I learned everything
I know about love
From watching you sleep.
I learned what it means
To care about someone
From the rhythm of
As I lay on your chest
Trying to make my breaths
In Sync with yours.
Sometimes life gets in the way
And has a different plan for us
Than we do for ourselves.
I hear that you are happy
And doing well.
If some time in the future,
I catch your eye
From across the room,
I will smile at you
In the hopes that it will convey
Everything I need to say.
I loved you.
I still do,
Just in a new way.
Thank you for teaching me
What it means to love
I owe all that I am
To all that we were.
and the rain is rhythmically pattering on my bedroom window,
and the outside air is sharp but the inside air is heavy and comforting,
I get this itch to write.
My fingers want to dance across the keys
and create songs of clicking to match the rhythm of the rain.
But often times, when my body wants to write my mind doesn’t have anything to say and so I sit curled up in my chair staring out my window,
watching the time slip away from me.
Or I sit with my laptop on my lap
and watch the blank screen glare at me,
I’ve read hundreds of stories and millions of words in my lifetime.
I’ve lived in other countries, times, universes.
I’ve been young and old,
male and female,
canine and demigod.
I’ve had the ability to fly, read minds, cast spells and speak to animals.
I have been a villain and a hero, a loser and a victor.
I have travelled through the visions of hundreds of creative minds, and lived the lives they have crafted,
but when I turn the final page,
I always end up right back where I started,
sitting in my room.
Though I have travelled to magical and horrible places,
lived all of those lives for a brief period of time,
I can never truly be anyone else for more than a moment.
I am just a boy,
sitting alone in his room.
I have no special powers
or great adventures to share.
I get up before the sun each morning
and drag myself off to school
with all of the other semi-sleeping zombies that live in my town
and after school I drag myself home in a daze
and retreat back to my room to sit amongst a sea of papers,
I hold a pencil in my hand,
Desperate to create a world of my own
where I can escape
and live any life I can imagine.
Desperate to find my own magic power in ink
so that in between classes,
I can write myself into another universe
and live within the pages I have created for myself.
In my universe I can be anyone, live anywhere, do anything.
So as I sit by my window with my laptop on my knees,
I squeeze my eyes shut and allow the millions of words I’ve absorbed to swirl around me.
I am searching for my story.
Somewhere in the massive library of souls, my own is waiting.
One day, when I open my eyes, I’ll have found it.
One day, when I open my eyes, I’ll be transported into the world I created for myself.
One day, when I open my eyes, I’ll be gone.”
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