Angels and Sailors

The show for tonight is over, our icon jumps to bed to end an endless night.

With a million whistles in his ears, disturbing his thoughts. He swims through the void again. Feeling content for what he had on his night.

Flashback, our icon is a star. He’s a rock star, memorizing every single word that Jimmy said to an extent. On his first appearance about ten years ago, on stage. The hall was crowded everybody gazed and said oh young boy, he’s acting as Jimmy. Oh the boy did not, he was just influenced by the deceased musician.

Mocho was in addition of being a star, was a real hero, a medieval knight who rules with his sword and fist! He could not find himself in the fake world and territories of the fools around.

We stepped into that room, vast room with young people inside, it was loud everything been loud. He looked around for something to drink he grabbed coffee that he likes and walked around, watching every single movement from every single peasant around. He could not shutdown that brain cell, he always fails to.

Anyway as he looked into the empty faces around he goes back in time, 13 years ago when the soul entered him! And occupied his body. It’s not that sort of myth about a genie or some daemon, it’s about heaven and hell!

Heaven that he lived and hell that he went through, the soul is a friendly soul, it taught him plenty of things about many things. He gasps and lights a ciggy enjoying his arrogant smoke in the crowd. He walks, he talks and he smiles. Yes he finally manages to smile despite of what is on his mind but he smiles. And this is the hardest thing for him to be.

The night rolls on, he gets back to his car with eyes wide open and full concentration, throttle, he drives back home. Into his sanctuary to end up a worthless story that never happened!

14/March/2008