Welcome to Aerelon.

Here,
the only requirement is to talk;
the only rule, to be sincere.
I shall say what is in my mind,
never holding back.
I'll be naive and mischievous,
gentle and brutal,
a chevalier and a bastard,
an angel and a devil,
but,
over all,
free

to sing what is running through my head.



Thursday, November 29, 2007

Faith

Sometimes, I wish I could remain a child forever.
Not for the laughs, not for the fun.
Not for the mischief, shenanigans, and impunity.
Not even for my mother's sweet love when my knees bled.
But for the innocence.
The unblemished faith on every human being.
The hope that everyone really, really, is well-intended.
The untarnished purity in my own intentions.
The ability to see everything from the ground.
The idea that justice always prevails.
But, above all,
The sheer invincible and incorruptible belief that
everything is possible.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Aerelon is Burning

Welcome to Aerelon.

Here,
the only requirement is to talk;
the only rule, to be sincere.
I shall say what is in my mind,
never holding back.
I'll be naive and mischievous,
gentle and brutal,
a chevalier and a bastard,
an angel and a devil,
but,
over all,
free.

To sing what is running through my head.


So, welcome to Aerelon, a little viewport into my literary work and general mumblings. As pretty much half of the trillion other blogs out there, I will post stuff I write and think is cool enough to post online and see what the other part of the world thinks about it. Also, like the other half of those trillion other blogs, I will probably post whatever I want to rant about when I'm angry and shite. So, look at the bright side, you're reading two blogs in the same time you would read only one. Efficient!

What? Why should you stay here and read instead of those other blogs? Beats me. But since you're here already, you might as well stay and read something. For, this I promise you, in whatever you read, I'll try to move
your guts as much as I can, in one way or the other.

So, welcome indeed. Cookies and soda on the back left. Grab a sit, and enjoy the ride.

And, please,
please, remember the words of the good V, for he spoke for you and your dreams too.

Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.
- V,
V for Vendetta.

Amadeus


P.S.: If you find any grammatical mistake here, let me know. This is a work in progress, you know.