Empty Souls

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Location: Marseille, France

Friday, March 17, 2006

The Last Day

All children have a favorite toy or something they are attached to and won’t leave home or even sleep without making it a crucial, probably the most essential part of their still too limited vision of this already frightening life they feel are about to lead thus finding in this familiar object a sort of a security blanket they tend to turn to anytime they feel troubled.

A child starts growing up and the picture of his path into this world becomes clearer but greater along the years with more difficulties and now becoming more obvious obstacles he needs to surpass using what he learned all through these years, feeling stronger and more confident all the while never willing to relinquish his affection and love to this companion of many years.

Parents or guardians usually intervene around this stage to help their son forget about his cushion or their daughter put aside her doll but all through a very slow step by step process fearing an abrupt retraction might traumatize their child, damage his sense of security and throw him into some sort of a deep physiological trance that will lead him to become either very apprehensive of or too hostile to his environment.

Unfortunately this is always the case but because the incident occurs at youth this consequent imbalance hopefully tend to disappear with time and age bringing most of the victims back to a more or less stable course of life and have others at least be categorized by society as people undergoing rehabilitation process for whom we should feel remorseful until the time they recover from this frenzy.

But what happens if an adult is facing this same problem, an adult who managed to remain attached to his security blanket all through the years or has recently found one thinking he has now reached utmost confidence and freedom in decision making to keep it but suddenly learns his possession will be snatched from him, his hands tied and there is nothing he can do about it except letting out a torn scream of pain...

“Please don’t take away my doll”

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

The Seventh Sin


They went out again and she felt good
As if he knows to set the perfect mood
Candle dinner or maybe romantic food
A champagne bottle and burning wood

Facing her perfect body he later stood
He kissed her neck her breath accrued
His arms embracing her like they should
Looking from far you’d think they glued

Passion increased it became understood
That in few seconds there’ll be no hood
To cover her beauty from this bad dude
Who’s only interested in his mandhood

I thought and thought as much as I could
About what happened, and how it's rude

For him to have his pleasure when I would
Not even be allowed to glimpse at her nude