Iceberg floating on the Antarctic Ocean

A sailor saw it from afar and immediately rang the bell to alert all the crew to the imminent crash. A huge iceberg was in the route of the powerful superliner.

Summer afternoon. Blue sky with no clouds. The calm sea. An iceberg moving through the iced water waves of the Antarctic Ocean. A picture with different hues of blue. The gather of the three states of matter: the liquid of the water, the solid of the iceberg and the gas of the freezing wind. The element of life. What do you see: coldness or inertia?

There is the possibility of founding something very precious in the iceberg core. What might have inside is not certain, just like we do not know if it lasts or not. But whatever it is, it is something that everybody wishes for some period of time.

Break the ice someway, let's pioneer it, figure out what it hides, what is the Kinder Surprise. What about using a pickaxe? But is not it dangerous to damage it? Let's lick the ice. But is not it dangerous for our tongue to be glued on it? Let's perforate it with our fingernails, or dry with a towel. But do not we run the risk of gangrening our hands?

Hey, what about some heat? Yeah, safe and effective. However it requires patience, a lot of patience. Many times waiting the ice to melt tires us, so we leave to explore another iceberg – that will also take too long to melt. How to reach its nucleus? Sun is powerless here. The concentration of the heat of the sunray of a shy Sun through the lens of the magnifying glass does not help much. Global warming and the ozone layer hole have accelerated the melting process, but it causes destruction and chaos.

Almost a century ago, Titanic crashed against an iceberg in a late night on April 1912. The unsinkable ship sank. And together, sank the dreams of a new life in a new land. Was Titanic moving too fast or was it the inertia of the big block of ice floating on the sea that damaged it?

It is fascinating and instigate us to figure out its reward. We may explore it and find out nothing at all. There is the risk of the iceberg cracking and falling on us. It is like our lives rely on this prospecting. Mysterious, motionless and quiet. It sees itself being breaking and invaded, but it does not react. Need it to be broken? Hard, impenetrable, letardy and cold... it kills the treasures hunter, makes him angry, upset and disappointed.

Even with the penguins company, the iceberg can live both with their company and without it. Alone and independent. It looks transparent but nobody can see through it. The iceberg is surrounded by the water of the Antarctic Ocean, being carried away by the waves, either about to be explored or about to destroy the ships that come to its way.

VANGELIS - Antarctica by petersonflr

Amusement park

The amusement park has closed. After so many accidents, it was decided that it was the right thing to be done. It was time to a reconstruction, an analysis and stop the amusement rides engines.

The environment was often visited by children. And it was not just an amusement but but a little universe to be explored. The lost treasure, the dukes swimming on the lake, the picnic under the Pohutukawa Cornwallis tree, the sunset and the emerald mountains.

A mysterious voice came from outside and a curious child had heard his name. The voice told it would want to come in and the child, innocent and willing to bring the unknown friend to those wonderful world he already knew, was ran over by a truck when trying to cross the street. That happy place had gone sad.

Some weeks later, the joy returned. One more call, one more child trying to bring the one who was calling hum. One more death. The joy ceded to sadness a second time.

After these deaths, thing were not the same, glad and happy as it was before. Having fun had became harder. The smile was no longer being spontaneous, but a grin to show a false fun and sympathy.

The public was decreasing. Internal accidents caused more deaths. One child flied from the roller coaster. Nobody noticed. A child broke her legs in the bumper car. Nobody went to help her. A child yelled for help while he was being swallowed by a boa constrictor. Nobody neither saw nor heard. Nobody wanted to believe. They decided to ignore.

The marketing was not working anymore. The more promotion, the less people. Even all the good things the amusement park could offer, nobody wanted to go there. At most, they called the children expecting them to risk their lives and get hurt – or die. They glanced through the cracks on the wall. They presumed the place was a crying shame and that nothing interesting could be in the inside then, they turned around and walked back to home.

Then it was decided to close it. It was not easy to resign from the joy of those who had already had fun in that little world barely known, but it was necessary. It was necessary to fix the amusement rides, to water the flowers, to mow the grass, to clean everything and to put garbage into the garbage can. It was necessary recreate, revitalize and it could only be done with the doors closed.

Who wants to come in must wait the reconstruction to be finished in order to not get hut. The administration believes that is not necessary to spend time and money on marketing, because there is already too much. Who wants to enter after the reconstruction will be welcome, those who does not want, should be away and this one will never know what is losing and what could be enjoying.

We inform the amusement park is closed for revitalization. Nobody will suffer an accident anymore. We no longer will invest in ads to avoid a bankruptcy. Those who want to have fun here now must wait the revitalization to be over.