The Superior Collector

Someone once told me about this theory; among critics and superior leasers; life is meant to be going forward through leadership. That the religion is the most important fact to us to learn. No love to control the society, no faith between human beings and Gods will help us through the bible, which by the way is men not God who wrote the bible. You might say, they are the wise ones and intellegent ones. See, I’m not a religious kind of guy, who followed anything the bible says. And I am not a leader of men, commander of love nor captain of hate. However I have some opinion that may be frustrating enough to make you wonder; is love enough to conquer the world?
We are all people with fake smiles, we are buried and blinded by love and we know that it’s true. Our souls have certain flaws, thre’s a way that can’t change a soul. However it can change our love into hate.

Feels like long time, suddenly appearing again this ghostly figure. I can’t see who she is, but the eyes are blue even though it is dark. Stare all it is she does, scary but beautiful like an angel. That’s how she arrives. Suddenly appearing from owhere, while I drink my coffee. Maybe it has something to do with the coffee, everytime I drink one of those, she comes to my dreams. Or the cigarette I smoke everyday gives the bad nerves attack me. I’m no psychic nor I can’t see the future but I am sure she is not a ghost. She was more that this. My other coscience tells me she’s an angel, however the other one warns me to be careful. “Ash fellanow” she whispers, I don’t even know how it means. And I know my languade is one of the most difficul languages on earth, still I am surprised by her language. So different I feel my back hairs rise, surprised by the magic voice. I feel my soul has been lifted by light. She told me it is called “Tranquilled”, it helps the wounds of a soul to recover faster.

The gate in front of me won’t open for me, that means I haven’t furfilled my destiny. Life is still ahead of me. So here I go again.
The dream I had was awful, however it was only a nightmare… I think. Someone once told me life is just an illusion and that’s when it hit me. Is my dream real? Or when I woke up the world I see? We humans have many questions still unanswered, it is never easy to be realistisk once in awhile. Through my battles between light and darkness, I’ve seen things still questionalbe, women so beautiful I wanted to follow them. They whisper into my ears, I darken a little. A bottle stands on the table, fine water inside waiting to be opened. The song in my head is pitiful, because I can’t learn it right away. The girl in my dreams won’t come back, what a waste. Life is simply easier when I had a good night sleep. She collects me in my dreams, I like that.

Sincerely
Mario Lyberth