Sofeia

Around the bananas farms , in Mokondo .. Few years after I arrived, butterflies chasing me everywhere, that American girl from the North, North West, who study in a foreign music school, came to me, chased by the butterflies, with eyes forces me to surrender

So I surrendered , and called her name ; Sofeia , she laughed , as she promised , now she kept it , but this time comes from the heart , gently asked me to put off the mask , but I was terrified by the lucid dreams police which initialed as LDP , so kept postponing , and surrender.

In the top of the highest building in Mokondo , can touch the clouds and the sky , Sofeia is still laughing, and I’m still looking down to a small window garden , found something interesting , it’s the ring , the one I thrown to Atlantis , with old picture for a colonel named Aureliano.

Six generations has passed, the colonel is still smelting his golden fish to make four smaller fish, and Pilar Ternera is still giving her blessing for the love , Amaranta is still having the desire to her nephew , and Rebeca is still searching for her parents mortal remains , and I’m still in the top of the highest building in Mokondo , with Sofeia , and her laugh , simplicity, complexity , all the contradictions makes her shining more real , so much real even her shining illuminated to a reality , that I’m still 90 miles farther , to the west.

And I’m still dreaming of Mokondo, the beast is still feeling the taste of failure, and the Father is still keeping eyes away of all of us, there are only the dolphins listening to the vibes of me making decisions, only they can change what it’s all about .

Mokondo

Mokondo, I feel I’ve been there before, something like ninety thousand years ago.

Surrounded by mountains, Gypsies showing their new freak wonders, nonstop rain that can last for 36 months, sometime between October and December

It’s November, but the heat is rising again, still some wind storms can spin my life various directions, should I head Mokondo? It’s 90 miles farther, to the west

Life is unbearable, wind too hectic for a spinnaker, but he still insist to keep it up, sometimes down, like it’s handled by a fairy gene, No Mr. .. It’s handled by me, for more ten times it was ok, but not any more

Oh Mokondo, just if the dolphins had no plans, it was ninety miles farther, to the west, I prayed to the father, to fix my eyes on its sun, I miss the dolphins

On the beam, trying to find balance, keeping optimistic, turned it to exercises till the beast felt ignored, he tasted the failure of being the absolute God

And Tails is still reading lion of Macedonia, I’m still dreaming of Mokondo, the beast is still feeling the taste of failure, and the Father is still keeping eyes away of all of us, there are only the dolphins listening to the vibes of me making decisions, only they can change what it’s all about .