Owl stories I

The owl was born in a cold place, snowy, her feathers were white, resembling the coldest night in the mountain, her eyes were the shiniest emerald, the deep bottom of the mysterious ocean. 

Her parents didn’t want to stay in such a cold weather and looking to reach out their background, moved towards camel town, towards the desert. This didn’t agree properly with the owl’s growing, causing her to lose all her white feathers. The vet didn’t know what was the reason of this condition. It would have been too simple to assume it was just the weather, so she spent some time in the vet hospital, until, out of a miraculous energy, her feathers grew up again and more soft and beautiful than ever. 

Her childhood went between bombs and religious conflict, so eventually she moved south, grew up to become a beautiful female owl, who, in need of escaping, flew away towards a cold place, a gray place, the royalty house, where she stayed for a while, till her wings were big enough so she could fly wherever she want. 

So, she decided to fly to Gaudi’s house, where she sat on the top of Sagrada Familia and saw the ocean melting in the parties, the salsa parties she felt attracted cause of Spain hybrid son’s passion. 

The tiger saw her moving her tail, moving it with seduction and mystery, faint away in her deep gaze, ask her to dance and performed his best to get her coordinates. While saying no, she agreed upon a friendship, a weird relationship between a natural psychopath and a beautiful princess, love was in the air and sexual ecstasy devoured her wings ... 

The story is yet to be fill with future chapters ... the rise of new wings, metal wings, may bring the owl to the sky she always dreamt for. 

LCF. 15 – 01 – 2016

M

I want to believe that good things can happen. Am i naive?

I saw you holding somebody's arm and I noticed the zips in your pants, the way you move and your eyes. I saw you having a smoke, texting and talking with your sister. I saw you waiting outside, moving your body, I melted to your femininity, the way you moved ur hips and ur gentle hand holding mine while looking at me with those big beautiful, so beautiful, so so beautiful, green eyes. I asked you being my friend. It always make me laugh. U didn't notice me but the beach broke us down, hug us down, warm us down, i confess i felt in love with you in less than a second. . Do u know what reincarnation is? I have no idea but I have to have met u before. Chemistry pales towards what I feel when I see ur eyes. U drained my energy like the craziest orgy would never do. I still have more than a doubt about it. How much fascinating can u be? I confess i enjoyed my Sundays with u. Hugging u. Can u be more spoiled? I love it.

I thought lies were out of the question. Maybe u r right. Maybe u r not lying, maybe u do wanted to protect us, to keep US but i know there r more secrets. US strikes through my blood like the craziest peaceful time, a movie, we shouldn't feel so fascinating for, thousands of hugs and a dirty kitchen, filled with bags of delicious eaten food. I would ran for anything u want, choke all throats and serve the blood as an appetizer standing in front u, telling u that I love u M.

That guy was right. Compassion hurts, growing strong enough to love the world yet empty enough to sit at the table with its worst horrors, oh, i love that phrase. I loved it so much and now i see a glimpse of its price. I cant find the way not to imagining u being nobody's, not being mine. It hurts too much. How smart would be somebody reading this? Will they understand? I hated the love with all my heart. Fear it. Respected it. Crazy huh? Am I not the responsible one ? I could have stopped it. I m sorry. I miss u so much, my eternal M, seeing u in this lifetime is an undeniable pleasure and an unstoppable pain, but the tiger keeps driving the bike ahead, while the owl reads Winnie the pooh. The tiger can't stop driving. The owl is smiling. Is happy.

The owl feels protected, spoiled and always, always loved in all possible ways.