When the sun closes my eyes and, in the need to run away to some place safe, i only wish i could stay there eternally...the lost and the gain; the one that killing me keeps me alive...my mysterious enclosure; my absent presence...my running blood, my life in death, my chosen secret, my missunderstood wish...thee...my unnamed feeling!
"(...) Franqueado o portão principal, corta-se-nos a respiração, não porque a morte em pessoa nos tenha vindo receber, mas porque damos de caras com um imenso jardim, de enormes avenidas, ladeadas de árvores centenárias onde pontua o verde, numa paisagem que nos faz esqueçer que estamos em casa da dita cuja. (...) E ali ficamos à conversa mais um bocadinho, até que outros mortos nos chamam a retomar o passeio. E é mais adiante que finalmente sentimos a presença daquela que até agora, apesar de estarmos nos seus domínios, tinhamos resistido a enfrentar. A "secção" onde estão enterrados os que não tiveram tempo de viver. (...) As campas rasas, uma placa de madeira, um nome, às vezes uma idade, curta, e quase sempre um objecto, que se presume fosse o mais querido da criança ou do jovem ali enterrado, um peluche, um skate, uma camisola, que se recusam a aceitar aquela morte. Aqui o silêncio é sepulcral e a vontade é de chorar."
"Throughout the long span of time in which the human imagination has created beings of fantasy solely for its own pleasure, a dark and erotic creature has existed. Its name is the vampire. In myths, you keep us alive by sacrificing your own heated blood; in reality, you feed our existence with your desperate longing for the ecstasy that we represent.Your's beloved vampire kills to sustain its own life. We have learned to accept and enjoy this act of murder. And so, the story of our fate is redolent with evil. Yet, all around, there is evidence of the human need for us, vampires.What is it that calls you to the concept of the blood-feasting stranger wandering in oblivion of the eternal night? Why do you keep us alive? One answer to these questions is the delicious shiver you feel when you imagine succumbing to our hunger. You play the role over and over again in your minds; you become the victim in this erotic fantasy. You can envision it all: the stranger with ivory skin and jet locks, those unyielding and strong arms, the flicker of translucent eyes, the agony of the piercing kiss, and finally the orgasmic seizure that accompanies the hot and scarlet flow of blood. Yes, it has masochistic undertones, but you love every moment of it. (...)And so, we, the vampires, in reality, are truly eternal."
Known in some parts of the world as: Lilith of The Tormented
A soul in torment and tumult - hell of their own making!
My love eternal:
Caesar Blanchard
Known in some parts of the world as: Osiris of Russia
The scourge of Russia - insane and dangerous!
Thee... feeling...
Elijah Spenser
Known in some parts of the world as: Erebus of The Nile
An Egyptian of ancient origin
.:: Wounded Senses ::.
* A Vision: the Darkness * A smell: Cinnamon * A taste: Hot 'n sweet * A sound: the Rain * A touch: Bare Skin
.:: Forgotten Selection ::.
* A song: Welcome home (sanitarium) * A band: Metallica * A movie: Corpse Bride * A book: Memnoch, the Devil * A drink: Champagne * A food: Chinese * A place: Home * An Object: a Candle * A fruit: Red aple * An animal: A velvet winged unicorn * A passion: Psychology * A toy: Begoths * A feeling: Unnamed
.:: My Feeling ::.
"(...) Do i start writting all this down?
Just let me plug you into my world
Can´t you help me be uncrazy?
Name this for me, heat the cold air,
take the chill off of my life
and, if i could, i'd turn my eyes to see what's comin'
It comes alive
and i die a little more;
It comes alive
each moment here i die a little more.
(...)
Then the unnamed feeling
it comes alive
Then the unnamed feeling
treats me this way
and i wait for this train
toes over the line
and then the unnamed feeling
takes me away (...)"
- Metallica -
(The unnamed feeling, St. Anger, 2003)
...Thee...my...unnamed feeling!
.:: Bloody Seconds ::.
.:: DISTURBED JUKEBOX ::.
Now addicted to:
Da roda dos tostões...
E assim "desejo uma longa vida aos meus inimigos para que assistam de pé às minhas vitórias".
Jogo feito... NADA MAIS!
In Loving Memory...
Patrick Wayne Swayze
1952 - 2009