Dear Angel

Wings are placed on the most unexpected people.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth unseen, enlightening paths when dark days prevail. Nevertheless, dear Angel, I feel alone. I miss your echoes of mercy and whispers of love. I haven’t tried to silence the static of worry, the stress of disorder and the magnitude of life. It is my fault that you are not here; I myself have frightened you away. What can I say? I wasn’t prepared for your sudden goodbye, nor for time to march forward, stopping for no one. I’ve struggled through the remainder of life, holding onto the memories, determined to never forget you and never let you go. I will never forget the first time I met your daring eyes. They were beyond anything earthly I had seen. I realized you were heaven sent, and to God I thanked for my life you touched with just a simple gaze. Every moment of bliss is made bittersweet by your absence and every second that passes disintegrates my heart. Never should you worry, my dear Angel, I will eventually be fine. It doesn’t matter if I can’t see your wings, you, my angel, have wiped the tears I shed since I could no longer hold you in my arms. I will feel how you fly so high beyond my sight, but always caring down upon me.  Closing my eyes, opening my heart, I obey this immortal touch, this light caress, and this unreal illusion. I will find my way over these crashing shores, knowing within my heart that my soul will always find yours.

Setting Free Your Inner Self

The Eiffel Tower, also known as "La Dame de Fer".
Being my dream place, I chose as a setting for my fictional story.

              Essential and precious is the impartment of ideas, free from internal constraints. An artist lays on the crispy lawn where the twilight days merge into mesmerizing nights of black and gold, in love with the subtlest charm alongside la Dame de fer. She wishes him to rebel against the walls that have imprisoned his words for so many years, walls that he built himself, robbing his freedom from the inhibitions of the social structure. Even if she evoked the most compelling dreams, she somehow thought he would never accept it. “Please my dear writer” she thought, “don’t censure yourself.” He would never embrace the gift of writing the most thrilling fantasies the world could never imagine. He would never write until every corner of his body was emptied and felt his soul emerging from the place it has been hidden, just like he did before, just like he used to. Or at least she thought.

 

              The artist shamefully chose to taste the peculiar evil of silencing the expression of his opinion, depriving himself from the privilege of explicating the beautiful and the rare with the help of just a pen. He claimed not to be as easy as it seemed, but reluctant to embrace his gift he chose to never demonstrate it for many years. Never has he let his emotions speak for themselves, but there was something he couldn’t understand about the woman he was with. She illustrated images, followed by emotions and feelings he had never felt before. He knew meeting her would be overwhelming, but he felt the heat of passion with just a gentle gaze. A deep desire crossed his mind, wishing to stay entrapped forever between their spark. There is no corner she could not fill, causing the waves in his heart to stay still. Lost in her magic, he quickly searched his bag. While desperately looking, he was surprised at what he was about to do. Time ceased, his heart was captured, and inspired by la Dame de fer, he began to write.