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

At my feet

Today I want to play and you will be my toy. Giving my underhand speech and your neediness, I will have you at my feet.

I want a spare person. I want to have someone available when my friends turn me back on and I feel alone. I want someone available when I need a trophy. I want someone available for me to humiliate and to humiliate oneself for myself showing that I am the hotter one and that I am not the one who needs somebody for me, but you that are lonely.

I have chosen you to be my temporary arrangement so, be proud of yourself. You will know the prince charming you thought it would not exist. I will relieve that torn heart and you will feel once again the things you thought they were limited to your imagination, to your adolescence or to the romantic movies.

I have been playing this game for a long time and then I know all the tricks I have to set to turn you emotionally dependent of me. I will be a poet. I will write beautiful and extremely sickly sweet things. We will have lots of things in common: the romantism, the pleasure by reading, the city we live in, the style of job, the days-off.

And when you are captured in trap, I will control you through your feelings for me and I will have a lot of fun. We will plan something that will never happen, I will become a cold and far person that will leave you by yourself in the room waiting for me untill so late for nothing. And this will be my patience game that will last for days.

It is nothing personal, nothing against you. I just had some little problems but let me know that all the lies I told you are true and I do love you and you were the most fascinating person I have met in the previous years.

Today I woke up feeling I little bit hypocrite. I will say that those things I am looking for are those the world ignores. I will criticise the shallowness and I do not want to be seen as a piece of meat. While you are waiting for me at the room one more time, I will enjoy life and have some fun with the wrong ones while I do not find the right one. I will use, abuse, be used and be abused. My démodé speech against shallowness will be forgotten.

And coldly I will teel you all the details of the much I had fun and the many people kissed last night. The tears that stream down your face will not touch me. I do not have a heart, I do not have feelings to understand. I do not care if you are going away. I am hot, I am gorgeous, I am absolute and you only have this pure and sincere heart that explains your neediness.

I will never assume my mistakes. I will never feel remorse for the bad I have done. I will never apologize. You are the only one wrong person. Do not doubt me never, ever! I am a person who lies, who says what I do not feel, I am not transparent but, above all these thing, I am innocent.

Continue being my temporary arrangement. I need a trophy to show off the world when I am feeling alone. I need a temporary arrangement to remind me that I will always have someone begging and humiliating oneself for my love. I need you to be used in my plan of causing jealousy in someone else when it is necessary. I need someone to hurt, to tell my non-sexual sexual adventures.

I need someone to keep my ego in the high levels. Keep your hope alive but keep in mind that you will never be as good as I want you to be to me.

The more I make you cry, the hotter I feel.

Today I woke up feeling a little bit false, a little bit cold and a little bit cruel. Io sonno un poeta o sonno un imbecile? It does not matter anymore. Today I am feeling so well...

How special are you

What makes you a special person? What do you sow and what do you pick?

How special are you? That is the question I make for you, dear reader, and I would like you to think about it during some daydreaming moment of your day, like while having lunch by yourself, for example.

When we want someone to show some interest on us, we sometimes try to show them how special we are and we invite them to come to our world. Oh, we are so fool...

It is very hard, sometimes it is almost an impossible mission, to try to convince people we are special. It does not work trying to impose them this. Everyone discovers that by oneself and sometimes it takes weeks, months or even years.

We raise the garden, we water the flowers and we wait for the butterflies to come to us. If the one who you are interested did not show any interest for you and did not want to discover how can you be special, it is a problem of his/her. It is a natural filter.

Only the people that sincerely love us will join our world without saying “excuse me”. They will open the refrigerator, they will take a beer can and they will turn on the TV to watch the soccer game with their feet upon the couch. And as the time goes by they will know a lot about us, our weirdest manias and the way we behave when we face different places and situations.

If somebody knows you prefer use a spoon to have your meals, if somebody knows your favorite soccer team is Aston Villa, if somebody knows you enjoy writing on misty glasses, if somebody knows you have a blog that is read by a little number of people, if they know your dreams and your fears and what makes you happy, it is a sign that you are special for this one.

What makes you a special person? What do you sow and what do you pick?