The story of Blue Moon

Blue Moon had experienced all things in life. So he set out in search of new experiences. He walked a day and a night, and then he met Mr. Turtle. 'Mr. Turtle', said Blue Moon. 'I am in search of a new experience, do you knew where I may find one?' Mr. Turtle looked at him with slow sad turtle-eyes and said 'Lay your hand on my shell'. So Blue Moon laid his hand on Mr. Turtle's shell and felt. He felt the roughness of the shell and the roughness of a touch life. And a thought entered Blue Moon's mind. He realized that as he touched the turtle's shell, he touched the struggles of the ages. Centuries and centuries met each other and turned around in that one touch. Battles were fought, won and lost. There were knights dropping atomic bombs and there were pilots dueling with swords. There were hand-grenades in submarines, and there were land mines in the air. Blue Moon was experiencing the battles of the ages. And as Blue Moon realized this, he realized also that Mr. Turtle was no longer moving. Mr. Turtle was no longer breathing. Mr. Turtle was dead. 'I'm sorry', said Blue Moon, and he really was.

He left Mr. Turtle and walked on, in search of new experiences.

He walked a day and a night and then he met Mrs. Willow. 'Welcome, Blue Moon', said Mrs Willow. 'I'm in search of a new experience', said Blue Moon. 'Well then', said Mrs. Willow, 'lay your ear against my trunk.' So Blue Moon laid his ear against her trunk, and listened. He heard the slow breathing of the tree, and the weeping of the willow. And as he listened, a thought entered his mind. And Blue Moon realized that as he listened to the weeping of the willow, he heard the sorrow of the ages. Centuries and centuries were crying out to him. Crying their pain at him like a long grey rain. There was the child crying in the burning house, and the mother who gave birth to a monster. There were the tears of love and the chocking of loss. There was the silent sorrow, the one that can not utter a word. And there was the scream, the scream of hopeless distress, of no way out. Blue Moon was experiencing the sorrow of the ages. And as he realized this, he realized also that the willow was no longer breathing. Mrs. Willow had died, and her branches hung low, lifeless in the wind. 'I'm sorry', said Blue Moon, and he left Mrs. Willow, with a heavy feeling, somewhere between his stomach and his heart.
Yes, he left Mrs. Willow, and walked on, in search of new experiences.
He walked for a day and a night, but it seemed longer, and then he met a girl. The girl had no name. She was gorgeous as a woman, with the beauty of a child. 'Hello Blue Moon', said the girl, 'You are in search of new experiences'. 'That's right', said Blue Moon. 'Kiss me', said the girl. So Blue Moon kissed her. And he lost himself in her. And as he experienced the moisture of her mouth, and the motion of her body, all thoughts left his mind, and he experienced the passion of the ages. He experienced the passion that could burn, and the passion that could glow. The passion that could eat a man out from the inside, and the passion that could sacrifice. The passion that could die, and the passion that could kill. There were gasps for air, and there was slow slow breathing. There were shivers, and there was the thrill, like white hot iron. And Blue Moon realized, that centuries and centuries of passion were being re-enacted, flipped over and over, restlessly, and obsessively, between him and the nameless girl. And they could not stop. Until Blue Moon could no more. And neither could she. Blue Moon looked at her, and she died. Blue Moon felt tired, and hungry, and he realized, insanely, that maybe years had past.
He wanted to feel sorry, but he felt empty. So he walked on. He was in search of something, but he could not remember what.

He walked for a day and a night. And another day. And at the end of that day, he met an old man, sitting next to the road. Blue Moon looked at the man, and realized that he was ancient, and that in his eyes was the wisdom of the ages. And the eyes of the man spoke to Blue Moon. 'Tell me', they said. 'I have experienced all things in life,' said Blue Moon. 'And I have experienced all the struggles, sorrows and passions of the ages.' 'Yes', said the ancient man, 'And you have consumed all things in life.' And Blue Moon realized the old man was right. He had consumed fauna, and flora, and humans. He thought of Mr. Turtle, and Mrs. Willow, and the nameless girl. And the experiences they had given him, just because that was what he was looking for. Struggles. And sorrow. And passion. Blue Moon looked at the old man, and he realized something was missing. 'Maybe', said the wise old man, and he said it very very slowly, 'maybe something is still missing.' 'I have not yet experienced everything', thought Blue Moon. He realized it too late. But just in time. Blue Moon fell in the dust, and as he slipped away, he felt happy. Happier than he had ever been.

The wise old man got up, and walked on. And the wind came, to take away Blue Moon.

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Time flies

Like the eagle

Like the wind

Like the rain

Whose thick drops

Soak the earth

To the bone

To the core

To the essence

Of life and death

My goodbye

Offshore

The waves flow to the clouds
To where they meet
Across the horizon
In a place I can't see
And where I can't go

Naughty skies!
Don't go dark on me!
Don't leave me here!
Alone at sea

The clouds blow to the waves
Across the earth
Around the globe
And back to me
Through my camera lens, into my eyes
Where they'll stay forever

C'est la vie

C'est la vie
quand tu me demandes

qui je suis
et je te reponds

que c'est moi

que c'etais moi
deja toujours

Like me

You are wild
and free
like me

You are restless
when your wings are clipped you die
Because you were born to flie

You are boundless
when dammed you're trapped you know
Because you were born to flow

You are golden
and your value outlasts time
Because you were born to shine

You are sun
You are rain
You are laughter
You are pain
You are day
You are night
You are grounded
You take flight

To the horizon
To be free
Like me

Fog

Standing by the window he was thinking: ‘what if life stops now and the world stops turning?’ and ‘what if this damn fog would lift and we’d be able to see clearly once in a while?’ Because everything was foggy: the lawn, the pond the windowpanes and his mind.

Sometimes when things happen in your past they root themselves in your soul and you have to fight not to let your traumas dictate your present. Like when your daddy beats up your mummy and molests your sister and she can’t go to school because of the bruises on her face. And not just her face but that’s the only part of her you see when she’s hiding away in her grey grey uniform. Her uniform gets greyer every day and her face gets greyer and the bruises greener and you can feel her slip away into the fog. That same damn fog, the one that’s clouding your mind. And you want to fight but you can’t, because there’s too much fog in your mind and because your daddy is too big and strong and terrifying.

But then these are things you can not think about. They never happened because if they did your world would stop turning and maybe your life would end in the fog.

The fog was entering the room through the hole in the broken windowpane. The windowpane was broken because somebody had smashed their head right into it. A little boy, and he’d done it on purpose. Smashed his own head into the windowpane because… because… his world had just stopped turning.

(This story is for everybody who feels down today. Remember that there are always people who are much much worse off. That sometimes hurt and pain get passed down generation after generation. That things may escalate but in the end we are all just hurt souls trying to survive in a way. Remember that life is full of beautiful things as well, there are rosebuds and sparrows, the silence of the mountains in winter and the pink of the sky at sunset, even if in the city streets you can see only a strip of it, may it be a ribbon of hope. Fight to keep your heart pure and good because it is the most beautiful thing you have... and it is the beginning of a better world. This story is for everybody who is feeling down today, I am praying for you!)

Today is a good day!

Within the first half hour of today, already 4 of my favorite things had happened: I woke up to the sweet sound of rain tapping on the windowsill, I got a lovely message from my little sister, I opened the front door and there was a beautiful rainbow starting in the valley and ending just outside my garden hedge, and last but not least the sun came through. Wow, must be the start of a good day! Isn't every day though, if you find something or someone beautiful to make you happy in the morning...

Red wine and rain

Red wine and rain
Baby blow my mind
Summer turns to winter
And winter turns to summer
again

Baby turn back time
Baby lay me down
Baby feed me
Red wine and rain
All over again!