AP-OP-CH1-PROLOGUE - THE WATERFALL

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The song who plays in the background is called,AP-OP-Prologue-The Waterfall, Full rights reserved @Th3Mirr0r

AP-OP-CH1

PROLOGUE - THE WATERFALL

I am Th3Mirr0r,i always say to many people;
I was taught to show LIFE,as i live it;
I am still a child,swinging in its craddle;
I was there,in astral plan..i saw it;
I saw it with my soul;my mind translated it;
Now,i have to show what i see,
To tell what's happening with me,
To whisper a song...
The song of the waterfall..
Once with the water,my mind will forever flow...
A spring,arised from mountain's core,
Seeking paths,narrowed,tight,to go..
Will go down once with a soul's lore,
Will show the nature's beauty,
Charming,indeed,as always;
I now have a purpose,a duty,
To show LIFE...nowadays,
No one seems to know,but they know,
But i watch the beauty of a rainbow,
I wish to describe it,painting it,
Above that waterfall...but,i am thinking...
Thinking deep,my mind..now,seek..
Seeking and asking:
"What colors to pick?"
I am still watching...
What painter i should be,if i dont have colors?!
What painting should i make,when i watch now,above,
The thunders?!
I am watching again,inside the violet's clouds,
Wishing to find that lost dove...
I wish to ask it what message brings from the Sky,
Down to Earth..
I look there,near me,to the olders,about to die,
But then,to LIVE.. i ask them a question:"Why?"
"Why do u leave?""Where are you all going?!"
"Where?!"
And came their answer,through the dove,
Falling,slowly,from above,
Right in front of my eyes,saying quckly:
"They said : "In the Sky" "
"Ah,what is human's nature,after all"
I say in whisper,smiling..
I watch again,that waterfall;
I so much love it!!!The water,flowing,
Softly,now,among my fingers..
I am sinking,once with the water...
I sunk my mind over and over again,
Erasing memories..
Remained just a painting,left somewhere,
Written in words..
The images,are everywhere,
The lovelly sounds of birds,
Are heard again...
And again..
Without stop..
Ah,my beloved nightingales,
I say again...and once with my thought,
I move to the sea,
To hear the whales,
To watch the sweetest dances of the dolphins,
To hear the echoes of the mermaids,
To watch the beauty of the sweetest fairytales,
I am there,near the sand,hearing the waves,
Smashing the hardest granite rocks...
Their sounds,alike in past,
When i watched a waterfall..
I see the seagulls,above,
And they look alike the little dove
Asked by me what message brings to Earth...
The waves,move alike that small spring
Mentioned in past,flowing from the mountain..
Ah,the echoes of the mountain,
Alike a fountain,
Who never dry...
Alike the elder ones,about to die,
But to live,
Alike the whispers of leafs...
Them're falling down,in autumne,
Right when i was born..
And now,i stung my finger in a rose's thorn..
A drop of blood,flows,alike the water,
A thunder on the sea's sky,arise,
The world,seems to shatter;
But the colors remained
Painted already,by my words..
I ask now,softly,in a whisper,my horse:
"Would u take me back in astral plans?"
"Would u carry me away of that world where i was born?
I wish be there,in that fairy-land..
There,near my beloved waterfall..."

@Th3Mirr0r

ROMANIAN VERSION

PROLOG - CASCADA

Sunt Oglinda,spun mereu multor oameni;
Am fost invatat sa arat VIATA,precum o traiesc;
Sunt inca un copil,leganandu-se in leaganul ei;
Am fost acolo,in planul astral..l-am vazut;
L-am vazut cu sufletul meu;mintea mea l-a tradus;
Acum,trebuie sa arat ceea ce vad,
Sa spun ce se intampla cu mine,
Sa soptesc un cantec...
Cantecul cascadei..
O data cu apa,mintea va va curge pentru totdeauna...
Un izvor,rasarit din miezul muntelui,
Cautand cai,intortocheate,stranse,sa plece..
Va cobori o data cu invatatura unui suflet,
Va arata frumusetea naturii,
Fermecatoare,intr-adevar,ca intotdeauna;
Am acum un scop,o datorie,
Sa arat VIATA...in zilele noastre,
Nimeni nu pare a sti,dar ei stiu,
Dar eu privesc frumusetea unui curcubeu,
Vreau sa-l descriu,pictandu-l,
Deasupra cacadei...dar,ma gandesc...
Cugetand,mintea mea..acum,cauta..
Cautand si intreband:
"Ce culori sa aleg?"
Inca mai privesc...
Ce pictor ar trebui sa fiu,daca nu am culori?!
Ce tablou ar trebui sa fac,cand privesc acum,deasupra,
Tunetele?!
Privesc din nou,inlauntrul norilor violeti,
Dorind sa gasesc acel porumbel pierdut...
Doresc sa-l intreb ce mesaj aduce din Cer,
Jos,pe Pamant..
Privesc acolo,langa mine,batranii,pe cale sa moara,
Dar apoi,sa TRAIASCA.. le pun o intrebare:"De ce?"
"De ce plecati?""Unde va duceti toti?"
"Unde?!"
Si veni raspunsul lor,prin acel porumbel,
Cazand,usor,de sus,
Chiar in fata ochilor mei,spunand grabit:
"Ei au spus:"In Cer" "
"Ah,ce e natura omului,pana la urma"
Spun intr-o soapta,zambind..
Privesc iarasi,acea cascada;
Ce mult o iubesc!!!Apa,curgand,
Cu usurinta,printre degetele mele...
Ma scufund,o data cu apa...
Imi scufund mintea neincetat,
Stergand amintiri..
Ramase doar un tablou,lasat undeva,
Scris in cuvinte...
Imaginile,sunt pretutindeni,
Incantatoarele sunete ale pasarilor,
Sunt auzite din nou...
Si iar..
Fara incetare..
"Ah,iubitele mele privighetori",
Spun din nou...si o data cu gandul meu,
Ma indrept catre mare,
Sa ascult balenele,
Sa privesc cele mai dulci dansuri ale delfinilor,
Sa ascult ecourile sirenelor,
Sa privesc frumusetea celor mai dulci povesti de adormit copiii,
Sunt acolo,langa nisip,ascultand valurile,
Lovind cele mai dure roci de granit...
Sunetele lor,precum in trecut,
Cand am privit o cascada...
Vad pescarusii,deasupra,
Iar ei arata precum micul porumbel
Intrebat de mine ce mesaj aduce pe Pamant...
Valurile,se misca precum un mic izvor
Mentionat in trecut,curgand din munte..
Ah,ecourile muntilor,
Precum intr-o fantana,
Ce nu seaca niciodata...
Precum cei batrani,ce va sa moara,
Dar sa traiaasca,
Precum soaptele frunzelor...
Ele cadeau jos,in toamna,
Chiar cand m-am nascut..
Iar acum,imi intep degetul in spinul unui trandafir..
O picatura de sange,curge,precum apa,
Un fulger pe mare,rasare,
Lumea,parca se naruie;
Dar culorile ramasera
Pictate deja,de cuvintele mele..
Intreb acum,usor,intr-o soapta,calul meu:
"Ma vei duce inapoi in planurile astrale?"
"Ma vei scoate in afara lumii in care am fost nascut?
As vrea sa fiu acolo,in acel taram de vis,al zanelor..
Acolo,langa cascada mea iubita..."

@Th3Mirr0r