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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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Texte: Thaddeus Hutyra
Bildmaterialien: Thaddeus Hutyra, Getty Images
Lektorat: Thaddeus Hutyra
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 17.07.2014
ISBN: 978-3-7368-2623-6
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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 !!