Age of the Darkest Sorrow
By Eder Morales
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Age of the Darkest Sorrow - Eder Morales
Copyright © 2014 by Eder Morales.
Illustrations by Juan Carlos Escobar Salazar
Library of Congress Control Number: 2014916303
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-4990-6975-4
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CONTENTS
1. Depths of My Anguish
The Torture of Silence
2. Crónicas: Bohemia Vagabunda
Eternamente Olvidado
To my family and beloved friends: Juan Carlos, Fausto, Darwin, Raquel, Alaide, Ixchel, Arturo, Iván, Leonardo, Fanny, Daniel, Josue, José Ángel, Abraham, Erick, Alejandro, Carlos; and in the memory of my dear friend Christian Morales García.
Depths of My Anguish
1
The Torture of Silence
Elley’s Extravaganza
Below the surface of the White Sea
Down the stratosphere of the joyless captivation
The little boy asking for the girl of precious origins
Where has Elley landed?
The day she was supposed to scream the loudest
An incomplete look to the gaze through the shore
So mesmerized
No more cynicism dressed like a firefighter during the weekends
Pleasing the illuminating supernova
Tending the volcanic pimples that erupt every night during the irrelevant flu
And Elley says she has finished
She has crossed the mountain with no shoes, though she has no time to choose
On top of her radiant skin
On the Mount Everest of her lips
Someone has left a message on a hidden kiss
Elley with no cardinal signs
Elley of the ill words regarding a comparative dispute of pride and honor
Restless roads craved by denial
The universe is a recess at her habitat
Distance is set to commit a very brief task
There is another windy night
As usual the protagonist of the tale has begun
To find on the corner, to search on the darkest spots, to seek a fancy shadow
Elley and her routine
More unfinished bread bags on the sands
Filling pancreatic holes
Where has compassion ended when all were supposed to endorse needs and necessities?
Perhaps it is not a duty
Notwithstanding, she says she is giving back all words of compromise to the agony of sacrifice
Another act of interrupted fervor
Another quick magic trick
Elley the mystical queen
Leaving soon, distance has acted against the miracle of the sun.
pic%2065.jpgDelia
Differentiating the realms of charm
Surfing along the liquor of a sided line of blue ink
Another strain of chaos running wild, asking for his name to be said
Humble pieces of history asking mankind to follow the shadows, not the lighted and sliced bodies
Hoping to breathe while beasts persecute the desire of homemade stories
Hearing tales of the western tragedy
Dreaming about some extinguished grams of adrenaline
Psycho maniacs surrounding the cranberry plaza
An innocent taboo waiting to finish them all
Hurries to scope an almost unknown glass of air
Not stopping while gravity stills owns fetes
The running electro-waves condense the thoughts of swords
Looking at farms of dry hearted laments
A whispering leaf wants reactions
Excuse me while I get murdered by her unwritten words of hurt.
pic%208.JPGBrutal Silent Lady
How could have we survived today
Wasn’t thanks to the diabolic fire?
Thanks, lover with sweet and enjoyable lips of clay
I ran back to where I became a wicked misfortune
Yes, the place where dreams were extremes and excruciating tragedies
Why leaving me with inflicted tears?
No person has better truth of me than you
How could we have hurt each other?
In the various ways of sin
Over the kingdom of substantial grief
Our laments are bittersweet silver coins on our skulls
We are safe, I can feel you climbing out the clouds
Don’t ask why nature has us into sickness and bullets
Dear destinies come cure our cynical separation
How could we be able to ignore us from such kilometers of love?
Can two identical spirits be so in love and in the dangers of crying find consolation on letting the noblest feelings fade away?
If we could have warned us before everything between us became undone
I said to you I loved you with all my molecules
The sole silence burns the page where we committed
Nothing can possibly kill the spirit of a devoted follower than secrecy from a woman
Why you made a quiet gesture, invisible response.
One or all the other reasons kidnapped by the cult of your muteness? I don’t know
I don’t know
Your answer yet so absent
And I wish to kill myself
If I could have disappeared when you were so quiescent with my bone
I could have never committed the crime of ignoring you
Why you never responded the letters of the broken artist?
No tears, no pain, no struggle can possibly stop me from knowing your response
The reality of the days seems so unpleasant and so grotesque
I look at your nerves with senses of shock
I possess the eagerness of your hate
Thanks for all the sleeplessness
But I still feel you in every recognized wound on my corps
My breaths aren’t going to be completed without your stellar wind
Come closer. Your throne has never been stolen
Your castle within me hasn’t stop fighting
We want you back forever
Respond to the unprecedented tries of attraction
My biggest wish in life is to build a secret relation with my only sacred goddess
You
Don’t laugh at me
Don’t ask why
Your prince is here
Waiting patiently for the mold of your stones
Your times of crying near banality have no real purpose
I love you. Why?
I haven’t heard you since the day I became a fugitive on my own pride
I haven’t listened at your outcome
Come; answer me with wars and with battles or with a killing noise
But always know a childish human tries
Yes, tries the true you.
A Daring Missionary Protecting the Occulted Noble Spirit
See the triviality of our age
See the moments of delight bleeding soreness
Don’t give up quite yet
Stare closely at lunacy even if trouble seduces you
Yet keep your echoes clean
You have loved me like no other will ever do
Don’t hold back
We would win even after all the havoc
Stay and continue binding your talents with my forbidden past
Times are filled with cracked doors and disarray
Don’t surrender to the claws of messiness
Uphold your scene to the closest aura
Thanks for being a perfect whiteness at life
Just keep on floor
Don’t move from here
Lungs need air and a smell for another clash to cast
Stay and see the whirlpool of souls enact another restricted taboo
Remain, I would not mess you down
These times never in vain
Here with two million clocks
Keeping on bringing the blue of Neptune
Beauty with no merciless stones
Sorry for being a freak
You may feel one unstoppable status of anxiety
Feel and don’t give
Remain with more than three seconds to endure
I wouldn’t let any human take on your purity
Don’t disconnect this esoteric doctrine
Hey, release the fright away
Let it fly against the pollution
We are far from over
Shaping you a bigger beach to dive into the blues
Marching eager to the ethanol of the deadliest of sorrows
With you on the side of the purple
The eyes browned when no trouble gets you down
Please don’t give in.
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I cannot picture another wondering woman through the fields of the mist
No more drinking nights with my indecisiveness
I cannot move from here
Unless I sign your years
Unless you command your flowers to my worshiped memory
People saying rubbish about women
I’ve found my destiny
My most famous noon
My moon and satellite of the future
I’m not going to mock
I’ve seen your face wrapped under simple silhouettes
No more murdered confusion, it is Saturday night already
I’ve landed on the planet I fervently wanted
The body blessed by your nest
No more kids snowing games
You have come to the scene
Feeling your velocity
I’ve won
May the gems of your chest rumble on my nudeness?
May I get close to your rolling Spanish kiss?
It’s you after all
The astonishing bride of the prophecy
I left my doubt at a kinder’s lunch bag
Come on and hug the bells
Place nature away from the light
We have ruled
In case you feel worried don’t stumble with my bones
Don’t be twice as hard as ivory
Sitting silently on the day
I’ve seen the insignias
Are you ready to be?
pic%2042.jpgNorthern Marathon on Red Why
A candle in the middle of my lenses
A freezing morning for my feet
A damaging murmur from the sacred rite
Witchcraft against the cryptic mentalities
The solar field has escaped from the abstruse earlier today
Wind with a polar cavity tasting my hallowed shame
Your end is almost an inevitable spell
I approach the most comfortable of the seats on the carriage
An instant transportation to the aromas of the glorious, idealistic, and emotional yesterday
She appears so fresh, brown-eyed, and prepared for the occasion
The tears flow down the brume
The organs began to vibrate as she tries not to find me familiar
The supernatural mind gets bombarded by the imagery of her presence on my thoughtful land
And she pushes her hands against the window for comfort
Air doesn’t clean her hands on the occasion
While I examined how real is the circumstance of her sudden look on my most bizarre reality
A sound coming out of her little pocket hypnotizes my memories so much, that time begins to be interpreted as a kind of substance transpiring inside my heart.
Somehow, the right side part of my body began to whisper within the very deep fragments of my reason and feelings
The voice said. Why you did that? I will never be alive, why?
My head began to tell my body to get dizzy and to unbalance my stillness
One, two steps
Slowly and red bathed, the omission of noise made me company as gravity took its pleasure on me
Her running away
The last thing I’m able to observe.
While She Comes
A sneezing topic regarding the song of the long watched distant night on wintertimes
There are ways in which one can recreate a divine domain
Memories capable of making tears appear to be diamonds in the eyes
Memories giving the inner energy of hope a lesson on believing hard
Yes, there is imagery inside the best of dispositions to the senses, images capable of turning broken minds able to be fixed with a momentary picture on the psyche
Many ways of reviving the shattered soul and crippled spirit after the heart has been brutally humiliated
The past as the emergency salute
Memories on the shadowed territory of the blurred fact
One anonymous reality
Memories cannot be so valued by many stubborn opinions
Base of occulted fears
For the melancholy of those who wish to transform drops of agony into blessings of the supreme sentiment of peace. Memories like shinny lives lighting the path of present situation while dealing with a bohemian state of compassion
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