Current Residence: Buenos Aires, Argentina|
Favourite genre of music: Any
Operating System: Some kind of linux
Favourite cartoon character: Alucard
Personal Quote: I don't care who you are if you aren't the delivery boy
Final - The Endless Saga Ch. 1The police sirens were restlessly following him; he needed to find somewhere to hide. A manhole cover opened in front of him and jumped into it. Thousands of weapons pointed at him, it was a trap. He quickly pulled an small ball from his belt and crashed it into the floor. The light that flashed from it filled the area blinded all the cops as he ran. One shot grazed him, and he fell to the floor. The officers came and handcuffed him, took away all his wares and stood him up. A fat sergeant walked down the street in quick steps that didn't fit him, made him kneel, pointed his gun at his head and pulled the trigger. The crimson stripes appeared in the walls in a flash, while a maniacal laughter echoed in the corridor.Final - The Endless Saga Ch. 1 by Nareion
"You have to be faster if you don't want to get caught," said the sergeant. He rose from the ground staring hard in disapproval. "Did you have to shoot the last shot?". "Of course," replied the sergeant, "had to follow it to the end, perhaps you would
Camouflaged toysThe tracks of the tires are the only trenchesCamouflaged toys by Nareion
that are left in the paths where soldiers march;
as children once dreamt of green and back camouflaged toys,
now they wear it, as dirt, thick brown and gray vests.
Mantles of plastic and steel
shroud from bullets a body of fear
which knows not how to it doom will come
nor whose trigger will fall from.
Pointing and firing, silent commands from a screen
leveling a building with just one button pressed.
What do we see as bodycount, when we left little to see?
What do we see as a foe, when a friend wears the same clothes?
Traces of golden cases,
the shed skin of his bullets,
chunks of grenades that roar
shredding the humanity abroad.
Stolen youth lives to wage a war they try to understand,
risking their lives in streets that aren't their own,
stealing the life of those who blend in the crowd in disguise,
risking their mind trying to find a reason to fight.
No enemies for a simple sight,
yet bullets and blasts take lives;
what good and peace doe
CallingSo was the story of the dayCalling by Nareion
a day such as is tomorrow
dance and sing and play
this tale is not of sorrow
Clear the voice was heard
as high the pianist soar
the audience as cattle was herd
for an ovation it ended in roar
Little is what we ask of fate
much is what we want from life
but as the perfomer has opened the gate
shouldn't for greatness it strive?
Oh little frightened soul, see the light in your star
doesn't it dwell in your heart the strenght
if needed to reach for that you want, to go so far?
Oh little brave essence, facing yourself as you are
listen to your calling, stand up and walk
we will witness your journey, were we near or far.