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Tango of Life

   On a trip round the world, starting with New

York

Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island

all being embraced by symphonic sky

playing all wonders there are in New York

I am walking through all those places

watching with sharp eagle's eye

consuming with hungry tiger's mouth

Delights upon delights which carry me away

into the embrace of tango, the New York's

tango

to the point my beloved soul joins me

   My soul, amaranthine soul is dancing

within my heart and its heartbeats

My soul, angelic beauty is dancing

within my mind, reasonable and accurate

My soul, imperishable soul is dancing

in my arms embracing her with joy

My soul, everlasting soul is dancing

in the stars and their brilliant luminosities

We are the champions dancing our tango

all the way to the stars and far beyond

me, a starman and my soul, a starship

Oh, we're the champions, me and my soul 

dancing tango, the tango of love !!

The superb New York's tango this time

   The breezes of air send me to London

Palace of Westminster, Westminster Abbey

St Margaret's Church, Tower of London

Buckingham Palace, London Eye

Piccadilly Circus, St Paul's Cathedral

the Tower Bridge, Trafalgar Square

Wonders following wonders

which carry me away once again

into the embrace of tango, the London's tango

and of course my soul's joining me

   My soul, amaranthine soul is dancing

within my heart and its heartbeats

My soul, angelic beauty is dancing

within my mind, reasonable and accurate

My soul, imperishable soul is dancing

in my arms embracing her with joy

My soul, everlasting soul is dancing

in the stars and their brilliant luminosities

We are the champions dancing our tango

all the way to the stars and far beyond

me, a starman and my soul, a starship

Oh, we're the champions, me and my soul 

dancing tango, the tango of love !!

The gorgeous London's tango this time

   As if never enough my feet end up

on the ground around the Eiffel Tower

Yes, welcome in Paris, the city of dreams

the city of love, of the Parisian tango

The Louvre and the Arc de Triomphe

Musée d'Orsay, Arc de Triomphe, Pont Neuf

The Élysée Palace, Boulevard Montmartre

Notre-Dame Cathedral, Place de la Bastille

Avenue des Champs-Élysées, Place Charles

de Gaulle

I become a true starman and am carried away

into a tango, the grand Parisian tango

I express myself together with my soul

   My soul, amaranthine soul is dancing

within my heart and its heartbeats

My soul, angelic beauty is dancing

within my mind, reasonable and accurate

My soul, imperishable soul is dancing

in my arms embracing her with joy

My soul, everlasting soul is dancing

in the stars and their brilliant luminosities

We are the champions dancing our tango

all the way to the stars and far beyond

me, a starman and my soul, a starship

Oh, we're the champions, me and my soul 

dancing tango, the tango of love !!

The phenomenal Parisian tango this time

   Believe it or not, greatest cities of this world

are conquered by my love next

Venice, Cracow, Sint Petersburg

Praag, Berlin, Brussels, Amsterdam

Abu Dhabi, Rio de Janeiro, Wellington

Hongkong, Moscow, Warsaw, Ottawa

The list goes and goes on endlessly 

and I am dancing in all those great places

the diverse tangoes specific to those cities

Meeting people desiring friendship as much as

I do

and becoming together friends for life

Our friendship a lifelong symphony 

the symphony of all those cities round the

world

   My soul, amaranthine soul is dancing

within my heart and its heartbeats

My soul, angelic beauty is dancing

within my mind, reasonable and accurate

My soul, imperishable soul is dancing

in my arms embracing her with joy

My soul, everlasting soul is dancing

in the stars and their brilliant luminosities

We are the champions dancing our tango

all the way to the stars and far beyond

me, a starman and my soul, a starship

Oh, we're the champions, me and my soul 

dancing tango, the tango of love !!

The scintillating tango of life this time

to remain forevermore, never wearing away

Sleepless Poet

   What a thrilling Wrath of God was it 

in the very blackness of the night

turned to a luminous whiteness from time to 
    time !!

Hail, hail and hail, pellets of frozen rain

falling in showers from cumulonimbus clouds

all of them of the size of tennis balls

In the very Summer. Was it not appalling ?!

They were falling from the dark abyss of the sky

which was wholly overwhelmed by stormy

clouds

being shown in all their royal majesty 

every time the lightnings zigzagged

across the vast spaces of heavenly space

followed by new, powerful thunderstorms

a dance of the lightnings and thunderstorms,
    indeed

and of the hailstorm changing the sceneries

of New York City constantly, the whole long

night

   In that deepness of the super stormy night

a poet was sitting at the window

of his apartment, just opposite MoMa

the Museum of Modern Art on 53rd Street

This museum of the adamantine ladies

looked extremely ghostly in the stormy night

The street was covered by many levels 

of balls of hails upon hails, shining, glittering

reflecting lots of amaranthine light

in the city lights and at storm's lightnings 

as if they were some real diamonds 

miraculously spread all over the place

some ambers, emeralds and pearls

all the other precious stones one could imagine

and the modern civilizations were mad for

   Oh, you the true poet, the poet of New York

City

reach for a pen, your scintillating wand

and a starlit starship capable to travel

across vast universes upon universes

and the inner worlds where our souls stay

Change this world, dear poet of New York City

for a better one, more human, cherishing

freedoms

May the celestial symphony adds music of

liberation

to all your efforts, my dear poet of New York 

Oh, phantoms, phantoms, my beloved

phantoms

phantoms of the Universe and phantoms of this

Earth

phantoms of the Day and of the Night

phantoms of poetry, of arts, of creation

phantoms of love, of desire, of heart

Inspire this poet, bring him to the tops 

of his creative skills and let him create 

amaranthine masterpiece of sparkling poetry

bring then this on the tray before the very God

Appease Him. No more Wrath of God !!

   There was lots of rain water which was

streaming 

down the typical New York City windows 

sometimes seeming to be dark red 

as if blood of innocents were spurting out

somewhere else in the wider world

being projected for New Yorkers

The lightnings in the blackness of the night

looked so incredibly surrealistic

as if this was some outer world

Yet they were real ones, and photogenic

as if they were phantoms of the light

phantoms of the ghost, or soul on the lose 

phantoms of the night and of the dance

whatever other scintillating phantoms

having their fun in the blackness of the night

   The poet remembered what Barack Obama

said

when commenting on Russian actions in Crimea

The days of empires taking on their smaller

nations

were definitely over, not acceptable, never

again

America shall never allow the ghosts of the past

to take over the twenty first century

desired to be a century of justice for all

of flourishing freedoms and of democratic ideas

It was a remark clearly stated against Putin

the guy who thought he could do anything

what he wanted, in a clear disregard

of the world's dream, wish and determination

to move beyond all the evils of the past

and spread freedoms and light of liberty

across the entire troubled globe, needing this

much

   Oh, you the true poet, the poet of New York

City

reach for a pen, your scintillating wand

and a starlit starship capable to travel

across vast universes upon universes

and the inner worlds where our souls stay

Change this world, dear poet of New York City

for a better one, more human, cherishing

freedoms

May the celestial symphony adds music of

liberation

to all your efforts, my dear poet of New York 

Oh, phantoms, phantoms, my beloved

phantoms

phantoms of the Universe and phantoms of this

Earth

phantoms of the Day and of the Night

phantoms of poetry, of arts, of creation

phantoms of love, of desire, of heart

Inspire this poet, bring him to the tops 

of his creative skills and let him create 

amaranthine masterpiece of sparkling poetry

bring then this on the tray before the very God

Appease Him. No more Wrath of God !!

   The lightnings went on, a dance of the

hailstorm

in the blackness of the phantoms' night

Phantoms of the ghost, of the dance

appeared from time to time, disappearing then

The poet was still sitting at the window

watching all those phenomenons of nature

fascinated especially by the lightnings on the

sky

and the Wrath of God, so visible

Just this night, in the blackness of the night

everything seemed to have come to life

the thunderous lightnings waking them up

waking up even all the ghosts hidden so far

within the walls of the Museum of the Modern

Art

just across the street. How phenomenal !!

Whatever there was in rushed cheerfully outside

to celebrate their unchained freedom

while the Wrath of God on human kind went on

   The poet looked like hypnotized at this

museum

and couldn't believe at all what he saw

It must have been Beethoven's Appassionata

transformed into figurative display

of all those famous masterpieces of art

on the parade to please God and dancing angels

the Virgins of Avignon by Pablo Picasso

the Bather of Paul Cézanne

the Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh

the Seed of the Areoi by Paul Gauguin

the Sleeping Gypsy by Henri Rousseau

God, so many wonders, all eternal ones

The poet couldn't really take his eyes away

from all those wonders upon wonders of human

hand

   Oh, you the true poet, the poet of New York

City

reach for a pen, your scintillating wand

and a starlit starship capable to travel

across vast universes upon universes

and the inner worlds where our souls stay

Change this world, dear poet of New York City

for a better one, more human, cherishing

freedoms

May the celestial symphony adds music of

liberation

to all your efforts, my dear poet of New York 

Oh, phantoms, phantoms, my beloved phantoms

phantoms of the Universe and phantoms of this

Earth

phantoms of the Day and of the Night

phantoms of poetry, of arts, of creation

phantoms of love, of desire, of heart

Inspire this poet, bring him to the tops 

of his creative skills and let him create 

amaranthine masterpiece of sparkling poetry

bring then this on the tray before the very God

Appease Him. No more Wrath of God !!

   The poet rushed through his messy apartment

messy in a positive way cos it was artistic mess

He picked up his Johnny Walker and rushed

back

to be a witness to things larger than life

There was the Man with a Guitar by Georges

Braque

the Dance by Henri Matisse, the Dream by Henri

Rousseau

Pablo Picasso's Boy Leading a Horse 

Broadway Boogie-Woogie by Piet Mondrian

Gold Marilyn Monroe by Andy Warhol

Thousands of tinkling and twinkling art

masterpieces

given their chance to live their night

while the round formed hails where bouncing

from windows to windows, landing then

on each other on the street, with multiple levels 

shining like the Earthly stars vice heavenly stars

every time thunderstorms were followed 

by the God's lightnings across the stormy skies

   The poet didn't really need much time 

to get firmly embraced by overwhelming

euphory

He just stood up and began to dance

to the tunes of the thrilling piercing

thunderstorms 

and laser alike lancinating lightnings

the celestial symphony of the skies

adding himself to the maddening dance

of all the phantoms gathered in the street

the phantoms of the night, phantoms of the

dance

phantoms of the ghost, of love, of heart

of desire even, phantoms of life

whatever other phantoms larger than life

He, the poet became himself a phantom

dancing maddeningly in his apartment

till he collapsed and has fallen down onto the

floor

his silhouette reflected for a moment 

in the skyline of the New York City's skies

and accentuated as much by a new celestial

lightning

   Oh, you the true poet, the poet of New York

City

reach for a pen, your scintillating wand

and a starlit starship capable to travel

across vast universes upon universes

and the inner worlds where our souls stay

Change this world, dear poet of New York City

for a better one, more human, cherishing

freedoms

May the celestial symphony adds music of

liberation

to all your efforts, my dear poet of New York 

Oh, phantoms, phantoms, my beloved

phantoms

phantoms of the Universe and phantoms of

this Earth

phantoms of the Day and of the Night

phantoms of poetry, of arts, of creation

phantoms of love, of desire, of heart

Inspire this poet, bring him to the tops 

of his creative skills and let him create 

amaranthine masterpiece of sparkling poetry

bring then this on the tray before the very

God

Appease Him. No more Wrath of God !!

Children of Universe

   A handsome man with a blond shag and a hat

in his hands

kneeled in a chapel alongside a busy highway

He looked at enormous image of the Holly Virgin

and having her as a witness he prayed aloud

fervently, with dampened eyes and a drop of tear

expressing his outmost love to a woman he

seemed to have lost

Images of all the good times he had with her

swirled through his mind like fast moving winds

   ‘ I am your hunter of stars, no red lights can

stop me

a hunter catching most beautiful, youthful stars

and placing them on a starry necklace, a symbol

of love

to shine on your neck looking like that of a ballet

swan

a necklace with the emerald alike sparkling

cosmic rays

being a symphony of all love we have expressed

so far

a theatrical play Romeo and Juliet alike, full of

drama

a heavenly comedy as much, with plentiful of

carefree laugh

   You are my virgin of all times I am falling for

rising like a phoenix any time I think of you

towards the Nevada skies high above the Silver

State 

disappearing then somewhere there among stars

I am a hunter of stars indeed, my darling, raging

on fire

and I shall find you one day and won’t let you go

even if I had to fly through the fiery starry balls

and into the abyss alike Black Hole, risking

entrapment

   We are children of the Universe, you and me,

forever

you a woman, me a man, longing to each other

Perhaps you are gone for now, you my Big Bang

but I don’t believe a second you won’t come

back

and I shall see you back coming to me with a

lightning

cos we are destined to each other, sooner or later

I believe it and I pray for it, here in this Chapel

of God

here, before Face of Our Lady, the most holly of

all

   It is a quiet calm after the thunderstorm right

now

and only rain is sipping still, sounding a beat of

music

to the Beethoven's Appassionata in Ohio skies

and I was just dancing in the rain knowing you

shall watch

before I came into this Chapel of God to pray

No, there shall never be rivers in the wasteland

but phosphorescent harvest for both of us

cos we are children of Universe in the glory of

love

   Yes, I am a hunter of the stars for you, my

darling

on my starship to the very ends of the Universe

seeking you till I shall find you, with a thunder

gifting you with a necklace and rings of stars,

diamond alike

lettin' the nights and days roll like in a ballet

musical

The Phantoms of the Ghost shall return to their

caves, indeed 

Oh, hallelujah, hallelujah, sing the chorus of

angels

sing the elegy of a man loving a woman most

dear to his heart !!

   I am your painter and a photographer with a

silver beard

portraying all your angelic charms with my heart

as if you were a woman with a harp and a

trumpet in your hand

a violin, a saxophone and a synthesizer at your

side 

sending sweetest ever music of angelic

dimensions

through the masterful 3D canvas of the sky

and catching on the way all the sensual tastes of

any witnesses

sending us plentiful kisses and wishes of the best

   Come, come back to me, shine like angel you

are

shatter me, put me on fire, let me dance the way

you love

cos we are really destined to each other, a ballet

of love

and you shall realize it sooner or later, our ballet

of life

You had ascended thunderously like a fiery

phoenix 

and you shall descend triumphantly like a

phoenix

Together again for all times to come, my darling 

cos we are children of Universe, united in sweet

love ‘

   A tear dropped yet again from his dampened

eyes

which he closed momentarily to suppress his

emotions

He felt someone came up and kneeled next to

him

It felt as if a whirlwind of mysterious air danced

a tango

the tango of love he used to dance with the

woman he loved

He opened his eyes and could not believe what

he saw

his beloved woman alike Holly Virgin was kneeling

side by side

and looked at him lovingly, knowing she came

home

   They kissed passionately each other in a way

lovers do

said farewell to Saint Mary in the chapel, the

holiest of all

and holding each other heartily entwined in their

arms

went outside to a red colored, fiery Lamborghini

They got in and drove up the highway towards

Rocky Mountains

and the Colorado skies embracing the mountains

They, the hunters of stars, woven of their love

They, the children of Universe, finally united in

love

This time there was a snowy, wintery scenery on

the way

Wherever they looked they saw welcoming arms

of lady the winter

which finally descended upon the Earth like a

fully white phoenix

New York, New York

   Look at Manhattan, the Center of the Universe

fabulous beyond anything to say, breathtaking 

Look at Times Square, the World's Crossroads 

the hub of the Broadway theatre district

Look at the skyscrapers reaching heavens 

at the financial center in the Wall Street

the spectacular New York's Stock Exchange

at Manhattan's Chinatown, at the subway

at the Freedom Tower, the pearl of pearls

express your utmost wonder, delight yourself

See New Yorkers hurrying to their jobs

cheerful, optimistic, exuberant, self-confident

See a handsome man walking down the street

see a beautiful woman in red sitting on a bench

a shiny pearl among the busy human traffic

See him approaching her and gently kissing her

see them dancing their tango, the tango of love

among the yellow cabs and Manhattan

limousines

   Look at Central Park, the New York's lungs

and the godlike splendor of the nature there

emanating from all corners and at all seasons

in the very heart of marvelous New York City

Look at those millions of people, proud

Americans

descendants from all corners of the globe

doing their best to be part of the American

Dream

Oh, God bless America, God bless the whole

world !!

See happy and carefree kids in Central Park

playing with the plentiful rays from the Sun

and with palette of many shadows from Earth

in the full blown triumphant Summer around

and magnificent scents generated by the trees

What a splendid playground, a symphony it is

a heavenly music to the tunes of the Sun's harp

and yes, the Sun's trumpet, Sun's violin

the Sun's saxophone, all the divine Sun's tools

and of course, the Earth's piano as well

a music larger than life, at kids' hands

   Majestic New York, you, the Tower of Babel 

New York, New York, you, the Spectacle of Life

New York, New York, you, the Symphony of

Love 

New York, New York, my only City, my love

New York, New York, the City we all love

New York, New York, you, the jewel of all jewels

The everlasting Spring and the Summer's

sunshine

New York, New York, majestic New York

   See the Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan

picturesque Queens and Staten Island

the jewels of America, of the world as much

See the Hudson River 

emptying into Upper New York Bay

Yankee Stadium, home of the New York Yankees

the Bronx Zoo, the world's largest metropolitan

one

the John F. Kennedy International Airport

Thousand and one wonders, indeed

Once New Amsterdam, turned New York City

shining like the Sun on a brightest day

and like shimmering stars at quiet nights

like the exctasy of men and women in love

a pearl in the crown of America, indeed

kept safely in the claws of the American hawk

Look at all those busy people of New York yet

again

making their dreams come true 

Oh, New Yorkers, New Yorkers

you're the vanguard of the world !

You're shooting for the stars !!

   New York City, you're our Ode to Life

you're our everlasting Bell of Life

our Dreamland which came true

our Highway to Heavens, a reborn Soul

our Happy End at our final Crossroads

the brilliant diamond, amber and emerald

You're mesmerizingly All American 

a hauntingly fabulous Mirror of the World 

and the shining Jewel of the Free World

Oh, New York, the true Tower of Babel 

my love, our love, forevermore !!

Let's finally look at the Statue of Liberty 

whoever you are

She's our Light as much as New York is

reminding us every single moment of our lives

freedom is what counts 

and what is worth to strive for

The Statue of Liberty 

standing there triumphantly

at the gate to everlasting New York City

   Majestic New York, you, the Tower of Babel 

New York, New York, you, the Spectacle of Life

New York, New York, you, the Symphony of

Love 

New York, New York, my only City, my love

New York, New York, the City we all love

New York, New York, you, the jewel of all jewels

New York, New York, the Fall's and Winter's

brilliance

New York, New York, majestic New York

PHANTOM OF THE SOUL

   What a carnival was it, a pure delight of all

senses

the whole days and nights long, most

mesmerizing

to the thunderous tunes of a heavenly symphony

of the Sun's rays followed by displays from the

stars

   What a carnival was it, endless music and

dance

on our motherly Earth and in the fatherly

Heavens

and what we didn't know on far away beautiful

planets

in different parts of the Universe, where life

flourished

   What a carnival was it, from a Danish Fastelavn 

via the outburst of joy and dance in Rio de

Janeiro 

to the Carnival of Venice, a masquerade with

masks

from Bauta and Arlecchino masks, to Zanni

masks

   What a carnival was it, all stars danced with

frenzy

and the symphony of the skies played days and

nights

the greatest musical masterpieces of all times

from Beethoven to Mozart, to Bach, to

Dostojevsky

   What a carnival was it, all the phantoms

together

Phantom of the Day and Phantom of the Night

Phantom of the Opera and Phantom of the Music

Phantom of Life, of Heart, of Desire, of Love ...

   What a carnival was it, with Phantom of the

Soul

taking stage finally, the phantom of my own soul

scintillating as never before to the stunning

rhythms

of the skies passing far above my dreaming head

   What a carnival was it, me singing and dancing

all the day and all the night, and again, for long

weeks

The Phantom of the Soul, of my own sparkling

soul

singing most to the tunes of the celestial

symphony

American Skies

   Have you ever seen so many wonders ?

Snowy Mount McKinley under the Alaska skies

Mount Saint Elias, majestic Rocky Mountains 

Wildcat Mountain of White County in Georgia

and all those grandiose skies above them

from British Columbia to New Mexico, so different

and as far as the Oregon and Idaho skies

Utah and Arizona skies as well, rainbow alike

mirroring nature as if the world were Amazonia

only

a wishful thinking but yes, just stand for

nature !!

   Babe, my babe, you're my glory, glory of love

Have a great ride, our dreams must come true

rock the day, rock the night, shoot for stars

We're furious and fast with a need for speed

with a need for love even more, our glorious

love

Ride, ride fast across our beloved America

and love me tender, my babe, oh, glory of

love !!

   We're camping for a while in Grand Canyon

at the side of the Colorado River in Arizona

Nights are splashed with shimmering stars

days showing skies playing a heavenly music

to the tunes of Chopin's polonaises and waltzes

Skies differ from the very blue to rainbow alike

constantly on the move, slower or faster,

rhythmic

Numerous hawks adding to this their own music

and of course we ourselves, in our spasms of

love

which fly up the sky like those hawks are doing

   Babe, my babe, you're my glory, glory of love

Have a great ride, our dreams must come true

rock the day, rock the night, shoot for stars

We're furious and fast with a need for speed

with a need for love even more, our glorious

love

Ride, ride fast across our beloved America

and love me tender, my babe, oh, glory of

love !!

   We're leaving yet for another long ride

through vast spaces of American land

as always under the magic and magnetic skies

with all their splendid repertoire of music

from Chopin to Beethoven's Appassionata

from a country music to a modern pop & rock

Days are a ride, nights are passionate love

Join us whoever you are and as a reward

you shall join the stars on the nightly sky

as yet another star, perhaps the brightest one

   Babe, my babe, you're my glory, glory of love

Have a great ride, our dreams must come true

rock the day, rock the night, shoot for stars

We're furious and fast with a need for speed

with a need for love even more, our glorious

love

Ride, ride fast across our beloved America

and love me tender, my babe, oh, glory of

love !!

   Traveling all the way from fabulous California 

to magic New Jersey perhaps, we don't care

bathing lovingly in the Sun on the way

with our car speeding on the speedway

under American skies tributing Stars and Stripes 

from Idaho via Nebraska to the Florida's skies

Sleeping yet under the great Oklahoma skies

and the Mississippi skies, catching stars

staying overnight under so many other skies

Finally arriving in Miami, basked in the Sun

   Babe, my babe, you're my glory, glory of

love

Have a great ride, our dreams must come true

rock the day, rock the night, shoot for stars

We're furious and fast with a need for speed

with a need for love even more, our glorious

love

Ride, ride fast across our beloved America

and love me tender, my babe, oh, glory of

love !!

Carpathian Skies

   The day belonged to the majestic Carpathian

mountains 

and the marvelous skies embracing them, the

Carpathian skies

Mesmerizing and enigmatic beyond anything to

say

fabulous to a highest degree, God's phenomenal

creation

The skies were azure blue, not one even grey

cloud to be seen

This vast ocean of blue expanses was embraced

brotherly

by countless symphony of rays from the godlike

Sun

Devine music of the skies above the Carpathian

mountains 

breathtaking, a heavenly music of the Phantom

of the Day

   I was tramping through mountain ranges the

whole day

feeling united with the nature and her godlike

proximity

It was a world in itself, a bewildering wilderness

of the nature

all those mountain lakes, flowers one could

never see elsewhere

wild animals seen from time to time, even the

brown bears

amazing display of the divine Carpathians in all

their royal dominion

From time to time I looked around curiously for

something else

something what I heard from the jovial local

mountaineers

 to whom nothing here was alien, everything in

their scriptures

   Any time soon I should find a castle hidden in

those mountains

deep in their shadow, the castle of Dracula Vlad

Ţepeş himself

the enormously blood thirsty king of all vampires

in one person

The stories were the prince turned vampire was

still present 

and active at nights as centuries ago, more so

with passing time

the prince who lost his beloved princes some

centuries ago

in suspicious and very gruesome circumstances,

which enraged him

to such a degree he turned into a vampire in a

supernatural way

and ever since then he was on a killing spree, out

of a sheer rage 

never to be satisfied enough, falling for fresh

blood from virgins mainly

   I have returned to my camping quite late,

feeling a bit a colder air

a starlit night was already fully blown like some

angelic beauty

or even like Marilyn Monroe in her dress blown

up in the wind

before a crowd of frenzy photographers, dancing

like some devils

luckily without a trace of them here, on the

bosom of nature

What a night it promised to be, under the

Carpathian skies 

with all the luminously shimmering stars on the

curtain of Heavens

in gentle gust of warm winds, wolves and bears

hidden from sight

in the darkness of the quiet night, sometimes

perhaps seen ghostly

With my tent, my table with candles, a small

campfire next

What else did I need ? Yes, a woman, a muse of

these mountains !! 

   I had a delicious late supper on the table

which I consumed 

like if I were an enormously excessive gourmand

while the small flames of my candles danced in

the soft wind

not strong enough to get them snuffed out, a

dance of the flames

I don't know what happened then, there was a

momentary darkness

as if I lost my consciousness or were kept in

blackness

The next sequence was simply thrillingly

unearthly, supernatural

there sat Satan himself and God Almighty at the

table

Satan's eyes showed endless abyss with wild fires 

ten thousands more powerful than nuclear

explosions

or even Big Bang supernovas at vast galactic

spaces 

This horror alike abyss must certainly have been

the Hell

   God's eyes showed the Heavens, of infinite

calmness

and infinite spaces of all Universes, known and

unknown

though gathered completely within Him, God

Almighty

the Creator of all the Universes, of Infinities upon

Infinities

Why did he then tolerated Satan, the devil of

devils? 

Well, perhaps He had His unfathomable design,

His plan

   ' You're mine. ' - Satan said wryly to me,

aggressively

I felt instantly burning myself madly out of fear

of fears

What have I done Satan wanted me? I was a

decent person

I've never harmed anyone, never cheated, why

then ?

   ' Not in my life ! Never ever !! ' - I suddenly

heard

I was stunned but as much God and Satan

themselves

An intensive source of light, tennis ball shaped,

jumped out 

of my chest and bounced onto the table

I realized this neutron alike ball of intensive light 

was nothing else as my soul, my beloved soul,

my defender !!

   ' You're not to decide this ! ' - Satan reposted

angrily

Bundle of hellish fires flushed out of his eyes,

nearly catching my soul

But then unexpectedly he managed to hit my

soul 

which bounced all the way towards the

neighboring mountains

only to be caught by God's invisible strings alike

the ones 

used by Spiderman and brought back onto the

table

   ' Neither you ' - God Almighty said calmly not

even looking at Satan

and extended His hand to my soul. She bounced

happily on God's hand

   ' You think so ?! ' - Satan reposted yet again,

but one could see 

he wasn't so sure of himself when dealing with

God

   ' Yes, I think so ' - was God's firm and

definitive answer

He let my soul to bounce back onto the table,

somehow rejuvenated

   ' I don't understand, what is it all about ? ' - I

murmured fearfully

afraid to be looking straight at God and His

adversary

What was most surprising God Almighty just

laughed

and all the stars on the Heavens' skies scintillated

at the same time

   ' It's nothing to do with you, Thaddeus, on my

side. ' - God said. 

   ' I just loved to be present in this scenery of the

Carpathians 

   ' Why then Satan's here, at this table ? ' - my

soul asked 

She did it courageously knowing God was her

loving Father

   ' Yes, I know he had bad intentions. This is why

he is here ' 

God answered my soul and then turned patiently

to me

   ' You see, Thaddeus, you were looking for

Dracula

at least you've been thinking of him. Satan's his

best friend '

What could I answer about this revelation, so

clear now to me ?

   ' Thank you, God Almighty ' - I just said but

felt relieved 

God allowed me to smile to Him and even gifted

me with His smile

The next what I remembered were my candles

snuffing out 

one after another one while the stars were

shimmering as always

World Cup Tango

   ' Messi, Messi goal, Messi, Messi goaaal ! - John

was in ecstatic state

' Oh yes, goaaal ! Argentina's got goal, Argentina

is winning ! 

Hurrah Messi, you're great ! You're champion,

Messi ! I love you !! '

He shouted in a frenzy way, dancing before his

home cinema screen

This World Cup of 2014 had already many

iridescent hues

more and more scintillating, feverish, in pulsating

rhythms

of the crowds on many Brazilian stadiums and

millions before TVs

supporting their teams in vivacious ways, a

vibrant world orchestra

   He was so much hypnotized by what he

watched 

he didn't noticed what was happening behind

his back

He didn't have to bother at all, cos his home was

peaceful

and above all, he had most loving girlfriend, a

striking blond beauty

Yet when some enormous shadows got more

visible it hit his attention

He turned his head to have a quick look and

what he saw

nearly paralyzed him, all his blood streamed

down to the floor instantly

   His Marion, a blue eyed girlfriend he had

already for months

stood there at the door with two enormous

luggages

She did wave goodbye to him, the expression of

her face sorrowful

He jumped out of his armchair and ran to her, he

then tried to embrace her

but at no avail cos she turned violently away

from him

   ' Marion, what is it? Where are you leaving to?'

- He managed to say

   ' I'm leaving ' - there was her firm answer, a

sad expression in her eyes

   ' But why? What did I do so wrong you want

to leave me '

He was still in shock, looking at her disbelievingly

   What she told him next made him shiver over

and over

   ' You did care for me before this damned

World Cup

telling me I am your muse so full of iridescence

as the stars 

a river of honey never leaving my body in which

you love to swim

your other half as the oceans and the continents

as the lands and the air, as planets and most

distant stars

and finally you swore you shall drink the elixirs

of my body

and of my feelings, even of my own soul daily

and nightly

till the end of the world, far beyond our present

lives

when our souls shall leave our bodies and never

split again

cos they shall dance endlessly in the infinities of

the Universe

   You said I'm your symphony, the amaranthine

symphony of love

Appassionata of Beethoven, piano orchestra of

Chopin's polonaises

Mozart's, Brachm's, Dostoyevsky's philharmonic,

even some operas

the sweetest ever music in your ears, in your

mind, your body

your heart, your soul even, our transcendence

larger than life

What haven't you whispered yet in my ears all

the time

making of me Aphrodite of all times who left her

waters of Pacific for you

a princes projecting ethereal Valentine's hearts,

pulsating wild

to the rhythms of our eternal love, as great as

fascinating is this Universe 

And now? You have forgotten me for your

football idols ! 

Well, stay with them, enjoy them. But I leave. I

don't think you love me '

   ' I love you, Marion, that's true. I love you so

much, believe me '

But she just shrugged with her arms and

answered:

   ' No, that's not true !! Everything I hear are

some strange names

which you even whisper in the depths of your

sleep, calling them even out

Rooney, Robin van Persie, Arjen Robben, Thomas

Mueller, Neymar, 

Cahill, Dempsey, Gervinho, Giroud, Campbell,

Origi, Vargas, Ayew

Oscar, Klose, Fellaini, Ronaldo, Suares, Messi a

moment ago

See, I can mention so many of them, despite not

knowing any of them !!

Tell me now, have you whispered my name even

once 

since this World Cup is began ? Not even once,

damn it !

No, I can't stand it anymore, I leave you, have a

good time

with your idols, call their names any time you

want, even in your nightly dreams !! '

   John couldn't believe what he heard, he

realized things gone wrong

definitely wrong, much too much to his own

making, however unnoticed so far

How couldn't he ever know it she might have

disliked what he did

She wasn't a fan of football and he should have

known it

and above all, he shouldn't have turn all his

attention to the cup only

she should have remained at centerpiece of his

attention

   ' Oh, Marion, I'm so sorry, I didn't really realize

I was wrong

but you know I love you the most, nothing else

can match it

   You know I am a fan of football, now

especially during this World Cup

but I am ready to give up watching TV for you,

no more World Cup

but stay please with me, don't leave me cos if

you do it

my heart shall bleed to the bitter end and I am

no longer part of this life

not even part of the celestial world either cos I'll

be falling down some abyss

despairing my loss greater than anything to bear,

a bitter end, indeed

in all the dimensions there are, far beyond the

earthly grave '

   His plea ended and he waited now for her

reaction, while the time stopped

Strangely her gaze shifted from his face to the

TV and back to him

then yet back to the TV, her eyes more and more

wide open, mouth open too

out of a complete bewilderment, from boundless

admiration

He turned his head to the TV too and what he

saw bewildered him as well

there was an action scene from the first World

Cup match being shown

of a player in the air shooting a header goal, a

disbelieving video image yet true

   ' Is this the flying Dutchman ? ' - she asked,

with expression of wonder on her face

   ' Yes, it's him, a very talented Dutch striker

shooting lots of goals for his team

but … how do you know ? How do you know

this, ' the flying Dutchman ' ?

   She bursted with laugh, her sparkling laugh

echoing across the house

   ' How do I know? From your nightly dreams,

my Teddy bear !

You screamed ' Flying Dutchman ' sometimes a

dozen times at your night dreams '

   ‘ Perhaps I dreamt about the other Flying

Dutchman, the legendary ghost ship 

over which there were so many stories ? The ship

lost in oceans

which is doomed to sail the oceans forever,

glowing with ghostly light ? ‘ 

he joked but she reposted fast: ‘ You’re too

preoccupied with football, John ’

They continued to look at the clips of the brilliant

Flying Dutchman 

which were shown over and over, to the delight

of John's girlfriend

These video images have blown all the way into

her heart which blossomed

like a flower of paradise in the garden of Eden

and turned her instantly into 

a platonic lover of the flying Dutchman, yearning

to see him in action yet again

   Both were laughing now aloud while he

embraced her tightly around her arms

Then he whispered to her: ' I'll shall no longer

watch any football for you, my love

That's a far less loss to me than losing you, my

darling, please stay '

Her reaction was stunning, she just reached his

mouth with her mouth

and kissed him passionately. ' You know ' - she

said - ' This flying Dutchman 

has poured some enormous heat into my heart, I

have suddenly got interest

in what is happening in that football event, I

want to see more 

wishing to see this flying Dutchman again, and

other footballers as him '

   John just kissed her once more and pulled her

to the armchairs before their TV

He let her sit on his knees and they watched the

continuation of the football match

and when Messi, the player of Argentina shot yet

another goal 

they both cheered enthusiastically, both

embraced this time by the Cup's fever

They realized World Cup wasn't necessarily

something what would divide them

On the contrary, it cemented them closer to each

other, letting them enjoy as one

whether at splashing rays of the Sun or at sky

full of stars, the amaranthine stars

inviting them to keep their kisses comin', never

regretting, loving every moment

   Days passed then after days in a similar fashion,

the fever of the games

Both cheering the many teams in the World Cup,

enthusiastically 

watching them playing in famous Brazilian

stadiums 

from the Arena de Sao Paulo to Porto Alegre,

Belo Horizonte

Fortaleza, the stadiums of Rio de Janeiro and

Brasilia

   ' Neymar … Suarez … Thomas Mueller … Messi

... Guillermo Ochoa 

Robin van Persie ... Arjen Robben ... Fellaini ...

Peralta ... Cesar 

Oscar … Sánchez … Benzema … Balotelli ...

Miroslav Klose ‘ 

Many other names echoed far from the walls of

their villa

far into the neighboring streets of their village on

the outskirts of a large town

the village of the rich and poor neighbors,

businessmen or not

who also were catching fever of the games

sooner or later

   The World Cup fever was getting its apogee,

but the climax wasn't yet on horizon

All the fans of football were supporting their

players feverishly

New heroes were evolving, both national and

internationals

as those in the past, Pelé, Maradona,

Beckenbauer, Ronaldo , Johan Cruyff 

This time they were James Rodríguez, Tim Krul,

Kevin de Bruyne

Sneijder, Martínez, Gervinho, Angel Di Maria,

Andre Schurrle, Gotze 

Sergio Romero, Cillessen, Toni Kroos, David Luiz,

Sergio Aguero 

many more and all heroes, the daily shooting

stars above Earth 

Brazilians got their thriller when they learnt

Neymar was out of the cup

because he's got fractured a vertebra in his spine,

caused by a Colombian player

but the cup went on as the world goes round, to

the heartbeat of us all

   The end of the World Cup was a display

beyond anything imaginable

the whole world dancing to the tunes of the

World Cup finale

celebrating the final victory of the winning team,

best in the world

There wasn't one even man or woman who

wouldn't stop their daily activities

to watch the Argentinian-German encounter and

get bewildered 

by the magics of Messi, the king and of the team

of fenomenal German strikers

making of their finale play a show splashed by

wonders of a sorcerer's wand

   Oh, play footballers, play your hilarious

football, delight us all ! 

Play us tango, the sparkling tango of the World

Cup 

You're our celestial symphony playing us softly

but vivacious in our ears

all the great masterpieces of the Heavens and the

Earth

the symphony of Chopin, Tchaikovsky, Stravinsky,

Penderecki 

the most stirring music of rock and roll, pop,

rock, House and Techno

You're our stunning and vibrant images rolling

on day and night

making us dancing to your tunes, the tunes of

your football shots

   We all are giving in to the feverish fever of the

World Cup

never to be forgotten, a scintillating music till the

next World Cup

and set of events written down in history by a

golden pen

You're lettin' the days roll, you're lettin' the nights

roll, on and on

we're all football lovers, shooting for love in our

starlit empire of football

and we're all one, we are one, ole ole ola, ole ole

ola, ole ole ola !

Long live the World Cup fever, long live the World

Cup !! 

   And then the World Cup was already over,

euphory still in the air

John and Marion walked arm in arm alongside a

long sunny beach

Their love got new dimensions, attaching wings

to them

thanks to which they could fly high in the skies,

enrich their emotions

At one point John stopped and kneeled before

her

   ' My dear Marion, marry me please. ' - he

whispered passionately

Her face radiated brilliantly at these words, her

eyes shined the most

   ' Yes, John, I want to be your wife. ' - she

answered him

He took her then into his arms and what followed

was a kiss they never experienced so intensively

so far

the kiss of true love while the skies played an

angelic music

to the tango they performed on the beach while

kissing each other

They were now part of the tango of the

unforgettable World Cup

the tango which engulfed the whole world with

a message of love

Prometheus

   Prometheus, amaranthine Prometheus

what have you done so wrong

gods chained you in a far away Caucasus

to one of the monumental mountain rocks

to make you suffer endlessly

cos you're one of gods, immortal one ?

   Prometheus, everlasting Prometheus

what have you done so wrong

that predatory eagles eat your liver daily

only to be regenerated by night

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Publisher: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG Sonnenstraße 23 80331 Munich Germany

Text Copyright Holder: Thaddeus Hutyra
Images Copyright Holder: Thaddeus Hutyra, Getty Images
Proofreading and Editing by: Thaddeus Hutyra
Release Date: 07-17-2014
ISBN: 978-3-7368-2623-6

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Dedication:
Dedicated to all my friends and people around the world who are in search of love, freedom and all the best attributes of life. May amaranthine spirits of life embrace you all !!

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