When I was Dracula

By Vlad The 3rd, Known As The Impeler

"I wish I was famous so you know that I love you
So you know that my heart still belongs to you"
Leonardo to Michelangelo

It presents the love story between Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo( the M from the Last Supper is from Michelangelo), who run the Orphic Order that helps Vlad the Impaler against Mehmet the conquerer of Constantinopolis.A sf novel where 2 girls save the Universe bringing the Peace.The Vampires ( who drink 100% chilli pepper juice, not blood) camp on the Moon and are at war with the Aliens
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Some say that when Barcelona plays with Real in Madrid, Real hides the stadium so it is 3-0...and Barcelona does the same when Real comes to Catalonia...it is said that 3 days before the game Messi asks all Madrid :" where is the stadium??? Where do we play"...all answer :" I do not know"
Other say it is the opposite. .who can know the truth?
( BELGICA ADELA MIRABAL

The poet and the maniac

Do u want a poet to sing you
When he doesnt love you?
You know that he was lied to believed
She got married
Or engadged
And she was physically intimidated
So to leave the place.
Would you as a woman
Show
Solidarity to her
Or give a shit hoping the poet
Would sing
You?
For he doesnt know where to find her
So you could pretend he is a maniac
As if she doesnt want
The poet.
A cop or two would help you to become
The muse of the poet
And
No scandal.
Would you as a woman show solidarity
To her
Or give a shit
Hoping the poet would sing you?
You already
gave
a shit
A very big one
You hoped the poet
May sing you
Diamonds and poems are forewer
And that is what women love
`< I have a daughter, I have a mother,
I have a cousin
I
have a sister:
All women...
Maybe the poet would sing
One of them
Bonus: no scandal
Belgica Adela Mirabal?
Who' s that?
BELGICA ADELA MIRABAL??
I cannot google now
No internet
May be leter next year
Or
next life>`
Say thank you to the cops
Who give also a big shit
For Belgica Adela Mirabal
And gave you the chance
To have
a 'For ever'
A cheap one
Just words on screens
No diamonds
Still
A 'forever'
Maybe you will become
The muse of the poet
And the poet would be no maniac no more
But your love
I would say fack you
But maybe that's what you want)*

Once upon a time there was a poet Who wrote a book
Haiku et le nouveau cubisme2/ canti dal bel inferno /"Ulrike von Marienbad"
, for a woman who said Ich freue mich; she did not know that he wrote that book for her, nor he did know where to find her...he asked and asked and asked...without succes, if u know the woman please tell her of the poet, God bless you

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vlad The 3rd, Known As The Impeler
• Release date: Nov 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310839504

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When I Was Dracula Eight Edition

By Vlad the 3rd, known as the Impaler

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To A/l

Any resemblance to persons, events, facts or places is purely coincidental and unintended by the author. All characters and facts described in this novel are purely fictitious.

Preface

Polidori to Byron

"my beloved master... I hereby send you some of my modest poems (I fake modesty!)).

I vo empiendo ilmiocor di Voi

Il miei di,i miei versi/le mie van speranze

Colpa dAmor,che senza che mi perdonasse

Ha fatto me un schiavo del tu cor

Et poi p gioia/o perun difetto darte

El scelse me p esser/ Vostro pittor

Dipingo onni giorno Vostra beltade

Che va onni tormento,/ogni dolor

From Santo Lo del miracolo, 12th of June 1816

Byron to Polidori

"Beloved friend.I must agree that you improved(a kind of... (hah! !))

I will get to Lake Geneva soon(we are in Provence)"

This old one of you is far better and modern

Se i ti fiameggio su la spiaggia del tepom

I agree that you show real talent( not as much as in English, may be...)"

Avignon,French Empire

13th of June 1816

Polidori to Byron

"This morning Inspiration payed me visit

Pria ch'io vedessi le stelle

Un lungo 'nferno di lagrime morte

Sovra ilmeocor fue

Poetando il cielo & poetando il mare

Sempre sognando te

I porto me stesso

In su questo monte...

Still got to get to its end...hopefully You may like it"

Genf (nearby it)

14th of June 1816

Byron to Polidori

"Beloved friend, I notice that you are in quite a religious mood(if that is the end of the poem

Alalba rinaque lalma terrena :

Ruggiada umile chefuggia innanzi

Le mie guance lagrimose

(Nascose dal velo misero).

Minos legava lAmore alodio

Quadol beato nocchiero celeste apparve a me:

Langelo cantava, il core ridea..."

Polidori to Byron

"gratefully for yours beloved friendship ...kind of nostalgic, in the same mood, missing my purgatorio:

Lunghessol mattino rosseggial ricordo

Del angelo snelletto leggero chividi quand era

Un peregrin

Lala sua ha tolto

Il pianto del cor

Portando pace verace amor"

Byron to Polidori

"Haha! You seemd to be in love and affraid to agree it! The greatest poet on Earth, Goethe,said :Enjoy when you can (I donot remember it all, but as it is said in your gracefull Italia:facille amare,difficile dimenticare (corect me if wrong!)).

Look at me!I am writting in Italian, too.haha! Love brings more love, isnt it so,dearest friend? ? ?"

Polidori to Byron

" Io stava con li occhi drizzati ver lo sol che uscia

Dal cor del angel

Quando quel lume apri la porta del ciel...

Do I improve?"

Byron to Polidori

" with this one I believe you do

Langel di Dio

Con le duo chiavi in ambo le mani

Apri le duo porte

Passai p prima

Di tanto in tanto ritorna

et a li occhi de la mente la seconda si vede

Did you really...see the paradise? ?

Let me introduce you a new form of poetry from Japan

Quandisonsolo

Discendo nel me steso

P cercare te

Un dolce sogno

Le foglie cadute

E' primavera

Parole sante

Divin cantilena

Canta dentrol cor

Delregno santo

Purcanterei in parte

Ove fu' io"

Polidori to Byron

"Canto del Angel

Quand soma e sema &

Sema e soma

Good you learn Italian.

Byron to Polidori

"You are getting great now!

Et poi rinacque

In lucente grazia

L Amor si spense

A true haiku can be read both ways...but the meaning of this one gets so diverse..."

Polidori to Byron

"In questo marmo bianco,/ che i rivedo ora

Mille petal di rose / far discovrir lAmor

Se fosse ier venuto / o laltroier, il cor

Per via sua vada / et cerca noi ancora

Di questa dolce gioia/ locor poi sinnamora

Et non rimembra mai/ il suo gran dolor

Et i camino solo/ et ti ricercancor

Et questo far non far/ di di' in di' maccora

I had some absint,now, than got to its end:

Allor fui preso et non mi spiacque poi

Si dolce lume uscia de li occhi suoi "

Byron to Polidori

the ending is from Petrarca!!haha!!!So?absint is the post stress drink?!? I will go to Transilvania.Last night I dreamed it will unite with Wallachia and Moldavia and some 100years (and so)later, they will separate...

Polidori to Byron:

"Dopo avervisto la vostra belta

Dolce sinfonia di paradiso

p la milizia di Cristo

I voandar p Voi cercar..."

Byron to Polidori

"su per il sogno

che ebbi quel di

quandDio lAngel lascio a cantar

o cara gioia

I have discovered a new language. It sounds like Latin:

Iubito,

du-te si toarnă-ți cerneală în cap

așa te voi recunoaște dintr-o mie

de fete fără noroc

de mă vei săruta din nou

pe buzele tale va fi cerneală

iar în sufletul meu un ecou

și-n gînd un poem va crește cu sine

dimineți de cuvinte pictate de stele

ce-se-ascund

după nori

vîntul freamătă un cîntec în suflet

aud copaci cum trosnesc

veni-va furtună sau fi-va un zîmbet

de ploaie de vară

sperînd sa răsară

un soare mai nou?"

Polidori to Byron, 16 June 4016, Paris

<<<<

Di q angioletta che tornasse

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I cantereidi te tutto lo giorno

trarrei un marmo dai duo begli lumi

discovrerei poi entro tuoidisiri

le stelle che canton di te

ocaragioia

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avriam| et come Amor m'invita|per

gire |comun albero caduto ai tuoi piedi mi trovo adesso|ove

arriva|dirti che ti amo sarebbe troppo, com che t'adoro poco assai|dolcemente accolti

stanco di vita et stanco di morte,piu vivo che mai

in questa foresta etterna i' canto p te

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del santo bosco canto ora

veraci amori, veraci passioni

il sorriso lampeggia, la stella sorride

il ritmo del core assoma

ne li occhi l sembiante del canto che tace

nel bascio sognato il laboro del alma

che ammica se novemente

l ombra che vedi e' l ombra che vola disse

riguardommi, il angel di luce

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De un camin roccioso ov io' mirava fore

Allor se io il meo cor rinnovo

Dentro l ruscell di stelle tu mi brami

Lo di ritarda et io invecchio pure

Tu taci parli etpoi ritaci di nuovo

Non guardi pur guardando in alto verso quei rami

Le altre stelle che non piangon ora

Che ridon giocan etinvolo sognan

La primavera venuta tardi quando non piovan

In mille fior de oro che lagrimand ancora

In vento pioggia nuvol luce laurora

Si fermano p poco p poi partire tardi

Allor me chedo io tu che dal cielo guardi

Dopo verra lAmor del bacio tuo sinnamora

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insulmezzodi

la giovinetta bella

dee credere

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ardi nel cielo bella serena

anima calda anima perena

un lume reflesso a mia memoria

Netturno ammirar

ardi nel cielo bella serena

Oh abbondante grazia

ardi nel cielo bella serena

la neve al sol

apparve

Polidori to Byron:

I died yesterday again. She left me for France. I am flying over it and I d not see her. Where could she be? Where could she be? Somewhere in France. Does she still remember me? I do not know. Maybe not. Or maybe yes. We never talk. We ll never do I so believe. A name I have it now. A name! The name! My muse a name She has. O lord! Why do I have to live through these? Why? To what end? To what purpose? It is a nonsense.

Tomorrow I ll die again. So every day I die. I am not. When she was here so much I was a part of everything that moved in the air. But now...I not am.I not am.

Big country the frenchman has. Too big. Sooo. Where shall I start. Small towns or go for the big? I see. She is testing my love. Or..She never care too much...I do not know...I do not know. Go for le grad ville. French I do not speak. That is a small little problem. A student I cannot be. To work...and look for her...what work. French I d not speak. I understand. If she I love will it say, in French, for sure That I shall understand. But will she say it. Will she? But whay she will? We never talk. The world knows it. A coupe du foudre. ..I hope it is corect. Ok. She can corect my French. I will teach her some other latin dialects. Fare trade this shall it be. Haha. Or...maybe she forgot me. 4 months ago when they offended her I poetry was writing to her. And then again. Maybe 100. I did not counted them. All that I have to do is to let her know. The more do they offend her the more I write. But Lord French I do not speak. Or do I? I understand. If she wd say in Franch can I kiss u? Or: is this poem for me? I think that I must understand. No? Simple language this is...hope she will not get scared of me.. O Lord I pray to you for help. Do help my love. Do help it Lord and I promise 100 new poems I shall -I- write. To her. Do help it Lord. I beg You.

Ok. I start with this university. What town it is. Ist mist. From far here in the sky the name is not so very clear. Here I am. Now I must be human. A French poet, maybe. I herd she may love poets.

So I heard it. But if this is not true? If she hates them, or..maybe had a bad opinion? Of all? Who knows...what name shall I now take? What name? A simple one. A known one....Ok.I got it...

Byron to Polidori

Dearest friend,

Last night I had the worst of nightmares: you talked to the best Sherlock Holmes of France to find you that Magnificent Lady, but the frenchman felt in love with your love!

gave not you the information you needed and tired to conquer you Love. Astonishing these French are in my nightmares!!

Dear Polidori, your love search across France really impresed me almost to tears.

I had another strange dream last night. First I dreamed of your love: after you find out the land where that Magnificent Lady is, people (...for money?) started to spread the fake news that you do not love Her anymore ( while you loved her from the first time you looked into Hers divine eyes), as you were looking town after town for Her, and begging for help anyone you somehow knew

Noone knew Her but anyone talked about Her. To make justice to the truth, some were loudly, from distance, saying even the city where She is and what She was doing ( but you did not even knew Her name) and you did not know they were talking about Her.God bless them. ( others were saying that She is in the distant land of Turkey, a turkish princess, inaccesible for an ordinary subject like you)

Than, in the second dream I went to the distant land of Japan and got myself in the middle of...love.The nightmare was in Italian. So strange , I barely speak this language...haha.

Polidori to Byron

Believed master,

I feel proud I can love this angel, that I had this divine chance to see Her in this mundane world. I am right now writing in French, my first poem in this language that I find now somehow strange to express feelings into. But...I give a try

Now I really have to talk to her so She corects my French...

I will show confidence to nobody else regarding my French...

printemps et beute

temp plonge dans son l'etre

pour chercher lAmour

Byron to Polidori

Dear friend

I could not but admire your dedication and godly love for this Lady. She, I see, is a Beatrice to you. I heard She knew you love her but you did not believed in her in spite of the love you show Her. She is I believe worth of any single letter you write to Her and I would say, and pardon me for this, of even more than this. Write her a Comedia or a Rerum Vulgarium Fragmenta...wish you may have the talent for this. Write my friend. Put Her great name there where it is.

Your love search across the world impresed me to tears.Write to this Lady 4000 poems...Make her name last as long as humans will walk on this Earth and life will breath in this universe& marry her, if she wants!( Paris's romantic)

Polidori to Byron

- I heard that she s happy no more.was she waiting for me???...I found my LOVE!! Haleluia!

My dear master,

for almost 4 months I was looking all around this Earth to find my LOVE; humbly, I accepted all humiliations just to find out WHERE ON this Earth SHE is. I wanted to die 60 times every day...but I keept on going on fighting on looking for...and now...nobody, nobody, so strange,nobody wants to rent me in that city where the most asthonishing Lady of all times of our humanity is said to be...how strange my master this is...

Now that I feel like I want to die again I remember that divine song I heard in Neapolis last summer:

o sole mio, o cara gioia

looo canto tuuo

per lo ciel andaaava

o cara gioooia o caaaraaa gioooiaaa

in laaarga ploooia lice lume chiaaro

o caaaara gioooia oooo cara gioooia

others, half year ago almost, let me believe ( and they fouled me) that: she said I am an idiot ( and much more......), she got a lover and, at the end, she almost got married...I believed the first and the last; and I left...to find the truth in Italy...on my return she wasnot there anymore...and nobody knows her... somehow I believe I know where she is...I just believe it...and somehow I believe I know her name...somehow; only Logic keeps me going:: when you do not know you do not know and you have to discover, whatever there is to be discovered...She was so happy and proud to know me and even happier ( no??) to know I felt in love with Her.It is as this Lady came from the Heavens and to the Heavens She returned.nobody told me many times that all august She was on strand... or that the last weeks there: going to buy her cigaretes at the same time...to help me find Her easier...why should they?!...why wd they help me find that Miracle?. ..there would have been no fun to them in the colosseo del anima...that they still enjoy...

Some 3 months ago I was fouled to believe that my magnificent Lady is in a certain town in France. Getting there, getting in was not that easy. Once there, some French devils made my life a misery. In the end to discover the SHE was never there: some Germans had fun of me and of the French devils!!Lord! So the German devils are more of a devil than the Frenchman. Lord!

Now I start again that endless search for my love; to beg her for pardon, for love. I believe She is dissapointed I let myself fouled around again... a devil a devil is...what can I do, if the non-devils are nothing but spectators to a tragic show? if all they do is: I do not know Her, I do not know Her, I do not know Her//( she was a one day tourist with a fake id...sure...)Just before leaving for that french town some were saying ( while talking in the very distance) She is not there...I did not trusted them...I do not know who to trust...and then...they did not say where she is...4 months almost I was there...and where She is...what name She has...no name to them...just: SHE, on planet Earth. Maybe I will never see Her again...oh, ya, when She was there some were ready to kill me just to stop me encounter Her...with nice excuses; yes, someone defended me: I even do not know who, to say thank you.

I feel so shity now: I let myself fouled last year; everything that happened I understood the other way around...oh, well, that language I did not understand;and then this year again...when smtg of their language I understood She s not there!! an angry man was saying...and who was he who wanted to help??? I was so convinced I know the truth of where SHE is that I did not listen to him...now I even wonder: did he tell me even where SHE was? ? ? did he? for listening I was not, so much convinced I was I know the truth...a friend he was for sure ( thank you sir I say it now ), no easy it is to know who's friend or foe ...

" no information: he is a foreigner'...indeed, no information it seemd to me ( it was with one exception)

Now I really wonder is my magnificent Lady really was (and is?) in France…for a devil a devil is.

- Byron to Polidori

another night full of nightmares: in one of them I was traveling in space and time to the city of Bucharest,a poet, Eminescu,killed by his romanians brothers, the francmasons:the truth was hid for300 years... for they blamed it on the...Heiliges Römisches Reich-in that nightmare ,the poet, in the mad man hospital, waiting for his death ( for he knew he has no escape )got that teribile news : his Veronica was getting fake info on him : he, the poet, was having sex many times a day in the mad man hospital;it was hoped she will commit suiccide or betray him and he w'd commit suiccide...when this did not work,they had to kill him...by a mad mad...it was a mad man hospital...she commited suiccide soon after...that they really hoped for:

>>>>>>>

Di An

Dräcula City

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New York Police DepartmentDate: 4th of July 2193Hours:13.00.61Special report of Sergeant Knowhowtodoit JohnThis is the journal of the strange being we arrested yesterday; some said it was an alien , that’s whyhe disappeard from prison just 5 minutes after we locked him in. Or, as my colleague said,it wassupposed to be a secret message of the alien spy to his masters in or on Sirius or Kepler 352 orwhenever the aliens reside. But : why is it written in English? Do aliens know English? Or were theBrits aliens, so the Brits speak English and we have so powerful enemies because on the 4th of July 1776 we got independence from them? I mean : from the aliens. No clue. That’s the whole text Ipersonally confiscated from the bastard like alien spy! God protects us, our President and ourmighty country, the United States of America!Before