A tale to take you
to distant places
places where you
can be things you
never thought to be
a story to transport you
over seas and through mountains
bridging the gap
between the real and
not-so-real. Where else
can you find people
without you having to tell them
what you mean?
an adventure to captivate
the attentions of your
imagination. just you, a book
and a cup of tea
Vivir no es sólo existir,
sino existir y crear,
saber gozar y sufrir
y no dormir sin soñar.
Descansar, es empezar a morir
Médico y escritor español.
“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
She knows by glancing at him that it’s bad news. His image spirals, and she fights to make sense of a world that has lost all meaning in less than a few seconds. Now, she will just be another one of them. The ones who don’t survive the C-word.
Hold me like you won’t let go
Tell me how you really feel
Because, you see, I need to know
If what we share is fake or real
Let me see your eyes tonight
Sister, brother, of my heart
I won’t let you leave my sight
For I can’t stand for us to part
Let’s you and I teach others how
Love is the only thing we need
Whisper in my ear a vow
That we’ll plant love’s budding seed
They come from the shadows, splaying themselves over the night sky and extinguishing the stars. There are thousands, their eyes the black holes that have infested the world. They breathe as one, merging into a monstrous being that consumes everything and becomes nothing, and they never fail to haunt her.
She grips the balloon, letting the string dig into small fingers that strain with the effort of holding on. Her brows are knitted with unwavering concentration. A sudden wind wrenches the string from her hands, stinging pale skin. She watches the last reminder of her father drift to the heavens.
“To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause
And I know if I’ll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I’m laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star”
They ask him why he thinks he’s here, and he examines his surroundings with the same scrutiny they have used on him for however many days he’s been in this open cage. He smiles and fades back into the gray walls—why should he give them an answer they expect?
In this part of the world it’s hard to know where the sky ends and the ocean begins. He breathes in the salt of early morning and thinks that he could stay here forever, balanced on the edge of two horizons, seeking nothing more than comfort from the rising sun.