The Century Of Chimeras

The red cobblestone extends on the second floor around the courtyard, I walk down the hall and head to the library. It is unusual to find someone there and is ideal to spend time alone.

I stroll through the bookshelves to the window, light a cigar and watch out onto the street, I can see the walls that limit the high school and the tree on the sidewalk whose branches reach me. I rip a leaf and drop it, spins in the air and before touching the ground, a current lift it high in the sky.

Doors creak when opened and hit the wall, I throw the cigarette away and hide. There is an odd silence made by something that disturbs the stillness of the objects, and I sense the atmosphere of «That» is hiding. Carefully I move glancing over the books.

I hear the rubber of the soles squeak on the floor, one lighter than the other and different from each other; whispers come, laughter that does not want to be heard and the blow on a desk that screeches.

A young woman is sitting on the edge of the table, the hair hides her face and, in her groin, she has the head of «Something» that hugs her body. It is fascinating how she enjoys and silences the moans of her orgasm.

«That thing», «That something»; «That» sucks her, holding her arm and leans her facing the table. She laughs and turns around but «He» or «She» subdues her again.

“You hurt me!” She claims when her head hits the table, tries to withdraw but she can’t move.

«She or He» lifts the girl skirt and opens her thighs, «That» unfold its crotch where tentacles hold her tight; in the androgynous form of «He or She» I do not distinguish which flesh is penetrated.

What I experience is her getting rid of «She or He», «That or It», «It or That» hurts her, «He or She» who rapes and abuses itself, a diaphanous body and another tangible, stain themselves.

At that moment I feel the turbulence of emotions that fade into something so dark and disturbing. There is a stench and I am paralyzed forced to keep watching. I see the pain of her sadness freeze my blood.

«She or He, That or It, Something or Thing. He or She, It or That, Thing or Something.»

“What are you?”

“…Ehshe,” «That» replied.

The girl falls at Ehshe’s feet, she writhes the legs hiding her vagina and with her hand the anus, the bleeding paralyzes her and withers until she becomes a trembling and sobbing lump. Ehshe licks her cheek and vanishes without taking its tongue off.

I cannot imagine the impression she has when her gaze, clouded with tears, reveals me. Wipe her eyelashes.

“Why are you here?” She asked, “it’s a nightmare.” Said shaking her face trying to erase the past.

“No, this is real,” I replied.

“Shut up!” Hides her face, “No one knows, only me and no one else. You are not here; you do not exist for me.”

Raises her head and finds herself in a pasture of a radiant green in the light of a crystalline sky, there is no pain and wears an impeccable white coat. And then she discovers that I’m not there anymore.

“I am sorry,” said.

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My Moon

I see the immense moon, beautiful and radiant.

Without company and so similar.

My sister, I talk to you and even ask for you advice.

“Take the course of immortality,” she said, “learn the path of loneliness; let’s share this arid feeling, the bitter that I observe on earth.

Let’s keep the warmth of our hearts.

“Do you think we can exist just you and me?” She asks.

I love you as a part of me; I desire to give you the essence of my existence, as the fruit that shelters me every day.

CARLOS REEVES ’05
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The Fall Of The Spirit And The Return Of The Eagle

I feel restless, I stand up and go to the hall feeling that anxiety increase.

Soon my heart beats fast and my breathing shakes. Now I run down the hallway that stretches into infinity and swirls in the dark.

I reach a gate outlined by the light from beyond.

The girl stands up, I hit on the gate to get her attention, but she barely listens. She takes one step forward and slowly another, takes the next and the next, until she runs to the horizon and throws herself on the cliff with open arms. The gate opens at once, I rush to reach her, and I rise in the wind. I do not see her from above and fear the worst; my eyesight improves and I plummet to the precipice. My body trembles as I descend with speed. The girl shakes passed out in the air, I catch her with my claws and spread my wings. The girl wakes up, climbs onto my back and hugs my neck, leaning against me. Finally, we head to our destination.

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A Dark And Miserable World

My mind and spirit are opposite to you, I’m blindfolded, and I wield a sword to cut every part of you and restore the balance. I only listen you call for an audience.

I hear fragile ants with a miserable spirit, seduced by the queen they have crowned. A queen radiant with illusions and numbed by the melody of the advisors that adorn her.

Today’s queen is different from tomorrow’s, the investiture is the true cult of the reign. The skies cloud over the kingdom and darken the mirage of its power.

I sense that another world is coming, made by man and woman; women and men from whom the light was taken will come like lightning in a storm of rage and pain.

CARLOS REEVES ’07
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