Two talented fools
This time we see the streets of Barcelona, where one of these days two highclass butterflies meet each other in the momentum of their lives. Young, coureagous and searching adventure, with no woman waiting for them they juggle and dance wherever the fuck they wanted to go. As long as the sun shines, there is no need to hold back.
These two were like, brothers united, sharing and embracing in the words of true love. But even if they had it all, mighty men cannot stay mighty without a woman at their sides.
Because a woman is the definition of beauty, capturing in their eyes, the twillight of the stars
So it was not long before the two highclass butterflies began to notice the girls in Barcelona
Every girl, ranking them, giving them compliments behind their backs
and be ever more critizised about the beauty that was not there, So began their search, for the woman who could capture their hearts and their wings
for the two needed some time on the ground
And as fortune would have it, they found it
If i say mesmirized you sill cannot hold the feeling they were feeling when they saw Alba
Encouraged by a sudden outburst of bravery, they sat opposite her then there was silence
But in waves, the bravery that was twirling between them spat out, as words came, spinning themselves together, as they went, into the mind of this, twillight of stars
She was womanity, in all her beauty and kindness
for they knew that their lack of seductive skills where no match for this gift of dreams
but before their eyes she uncovered a secret of happines. Her smile made them spit in half
their insides bowling and before long their bravery was slipping away, from the cracks of love
And as she went, they were discussing silently if they could offer her a meal, a romatic dinner by moonlight, anything as long as she stayed with them
Before long she left their World, without a a romantic word from both of them
In the hours that followed, they made poems, songs and dancing routines for her
Their beloved Alba,
forever in the heads, of two talented fools
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long ago and far away in a valley where a forest could expand from, a girl sat on her knees. Her dark brown curles falling past her face, into the water where she seemed to be lost in. Her eyes were the same glistening sparkling blue as the color of the river who had his source in the snowy mountains where he was born and he ended in numerous streams across the lands.
but let´s return to the girl sitting on a riverbend. Her name was Molli and she was crying. Nobody knew exactly how long ago Molli came to be in the forest but that was what she did. She talked with the foxes and the bears to ask how they slept and she danced and twirled in between branches of forgotten words.
The trees liked the childish entity that came and went with a voice as clear as a kitten who purs. The birds had a new singing partner. Molli knew every leaf, every broken twig of her new hometown. Her old one had pushed her away. Running over undulated mountains, stumbling over sheep that told her to come back home. This was one of the reasons why she cried, sitting on a riverbend.
And this was not the only time she sat there, no. You could ask every leaf, every fiber of energy in this forest and they would all tell you that Molli cried everyday. Dropping her tears in the tangled stream beneath her.
Ancient bramches hid this view from sight by covering it with their arms but this was what happened.
When Molli had no tears left she would dance and twirl again as if the world she had left behind was only visible for the river that received her tears.
As Molli came back to where she was supposed to be her tears travelled a different story. The tears that Molli shed were refreshed and reborn in the exploding patterns of how you do stuff. They travelled along currents that understood that sometims you cry because your alone but at the same time you remember that you love everyone so much. The tears multiplied the conciousness of all the drops in the streams they passed. Realizing that truth and pure beauty washes away the mask you wear, because sometimes you have to protect yourself against mothers and fathers who don´t speak about their problems. It grows bigger and bigger, as if tears are an amonis presence. It is just a matter of being at peace with the deluce and then it happens. A crack, an opening. A small trigger, born out of gratefulness which will end with burdens being lifted. Sometimes oceans exist in a moment of release and you know that it is good,
The tears of Molli travelled across large plains, sheltered by the the power of connexion. Into streams that ended up in the homes of people. Just, people, Who lived their lifes as they thought it was supposed to be.
These streams that came into their homes had absorbedall of Molli´s tears and deirby all of her thoughts. Molli´s tears became a symbol of childness and screaming runaways. When these people in these houses drank the water, the last footstep to cross the treshold of forgiveness could begin. These people could find that thoughts about dying and that life is to much for you are thoughts we all sharewith everybody
not everybody feels the same but beauty can arise and strike you, suddenly. As if the concrete wall you build around you heart has vanished and the tears of you dying mother can renew your capacity to love again. Molli, in her forest of untold wisdom was playing around with her imaginary friends, not knowing that she was the source of old wounds being healed by the breaths of exhausting humans. Yes. It is exhausting but it is still worth it in the end, even if you look like shit afterwards.
Molli was the girl of untold wisdom who had opened the lands too see grace once again.
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