The Mark of Desire

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"Life is a journey of assuming, knowing and not repent anything, life is never up to the sky and down to hell countless times, and so rise and so down to meet the delivery and the eternal portion of love."

From Hell With Love. Letter to the Puritans.

The night of October 31st today has become a party where his nightmares and death imposed their presence, on Halloween vampires, ghosts and the undead are the real protagonists of the mortuary event.

A night in which sweet pumpkin, the scares and sweets; monsters, vampires, zombies and edentulous witches are around our beds to the smell of life, looking for the warmth of the home millions of souls out of their graves greeting, advising, or leaving some important message from someone rooted in some different from our time in the mind of the sleeper.

Night of the dead are nights of fear, of silence, of flowers in the vases of candles, yellow fading lights, deceased nights impregnated of pain, resentment, love and memories, and all those things speaks this tale set in a night like this but set in the black and deep in its history Spain , and which bears the name...

* The Mark of Desire *

Chapter I.

Aniceto Pérez had crossed the old bridge of the city at the stroke of midnight thousands of times without that never occur any strange fact, in front of him Gran Vía perfectly illuminated offered him a friendly and beautiful panoramic view of the city, back the niche of our Lady of the Dangers to protection mode, and on both sides of the bridge , the dark waters of the River Segura pointed emotion, emphasizing respect and increasing the fear that it was upon the soul of Aniceto Pérez each new one from November.

Sounding the twelve chimes of the Cathedral clock Aniceto Pérez crossed the street from post and he ventured in the District of San Juan, the narrow streets of San Jose,  roken Castle and Mulberry permeated his spirit of a heavy nostalgia, a painful sadness and a deep fear of the unknown.

Aniceto Pérez was not a believer or excessively fearful of the whims of God man, but when the Gates of Orihuela crossed with women covered with a large black veil they wept and prayed for the souls in the heart of Aniceto Pérez penalty stopped a few seconds, the time seemed to melt in the light of the candles and the lifetime of Aniceto Pérez was plagued by confusion.

* Single Bore *

Night of a soul,
Day of the dead,
Night of tears, and
Beige marble.

Day of absence,
Night of silence,
Day of tragedies,
A dead heart.

Single Bore,
It encourages single,
It is born and dies,
He loves and aging,
Bore single.

Single bore,
Burning alone,
Walk grows,
He hates and feels,
Bore single.

Night of Spectra,
Day of bodies,
Night of fragrances and,
Cemetery flowers.

Day of absence,
Night of silence,
Day of tragedies,
A dead heart.

Joyful Spirits and Souls Penitents. Greet Death.

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* Ánima Sola *

Noche de ánimas,
Día de muertos,
Noche de lágrimas y,
Mármol amarillento.

Día de ausencias,
Noche de silencios,
Día de tragedias de,
Un corazón muerto.

Ánima sola,
Se anima sola,
Nace y muere,
Ama y envejece,
Ánima sola.

Ánima sola,
Ardiendo sola,
Anda y crece,
Odia y siente,
Ánima sola.

Noche de almas,
Día de cuerpos,
Noche de fragancias y,
Flores de cementerio.

Día de ausencias,
Noche de silencios,
Día de tragedias de,
Un corazón muerto.

Espíritus Gozosos y Almas Penitentes. Saludando a la Muerte.

Aniceto reassured the figure of the serene old with their hustle and bustle of keys, crossed their eyes and they gave each other good night, Aniceto breathed deep when he delved into the path of the old city cemetery, there; alleys and squares were unlighted, only once instead of any bulb that a neighbor forgot to turn off, or left on for fear of the dark, Walker stated its position, and in this landscape of diffuse lights and deep shadows Aniceto mind began to wreck in all those stories of dead who had heard narrating in his childhood on the old cemetery of the city.

The lights of the city some time that they had left behind just Aniceto road there was darkness, in this bleak landscape all the stories that spoke of dead monsters and monsters from another world were taking shape on the head of Aniceto and as lights flashed the words of her grandmother were drawing with letters of fire in that field of darkness that Aniceto crossed.

"There are dead dark, opaque and transparent dead that glow in the dark, the dark try to lock our souls in a prison of misery, the brilliant give us calm and free us from all evil, just up to us which one or the other to win the battle in the human mind"

A woman's voice made the blood of Aniceto will freeze, fearful she turned her head and saw the shadow of a woman who approached. -Who are you?, asked hesitantly Aniceto, the shadow was slowly taking volume and the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was present, Aniceto blood is suddenly thawed and rode burning in a sweeping passion of desire, lust, sex and death hitting the walls of the heart in a frantic way.

The beautiful and enigmatic stranger once front it rubbed her penis looking erection, Aniceto hugged her and drew her to his breast, and there in a sea of darkness and gasping, Aniceto forgot the night of deceased and fear, there on the damp earth of old cemetery of the city surrendered to the apotheosis , to the triumph of life over death, Aniceto closing eyes volunteered with passion to pleasant and physical manifestations which always gives sex.

The woman rose from the ground and said that there not, that he knew a place near much more comfortable and secure, Aniceto thinking that it was a ploy to steal answered negatively, but if it was about money, I was willing to pay a reasonable price for their services, it was then when visibly excited women did the suspicious stranger :

-My name is Julia, I am a friend of John, the younger brother of your neighbor Peter the dog-faced, I am passing and unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere of this House I have come out to breathe the cold air of the night, he walked when I've found, else has come only, neither you nor I wanted nothing when we have scared each other then your presence I was excited and possessed with unusual anger.

* On Nights Like This *

I said no... sorry!,
I trembled of zeal,
I walked aimlessly
Before the imminence of love.

On nights like this,
I said maybe... I can not!
I have abominated the world,
I have transmuted fear,
Faced with the evidence of pain.

Is on nights like this,
When you feel fear,
The future gives us back and,
The present is denied us.

Yes, on nights like this,
Everything becomes dark,
It muddies the look and
The dream becomes a chimera.

On nights like this,
I have cried if... I love you!,
I've sailed aimlessly,
Without you dying,
And masking the love.

On nights like this,
I said maybe... I can not!
I have abominated the world,
I have transmuted fear,
Faced with the evidence of pain.

Lucas Lazar. Telling Stories of Terror.

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 * En Noches como Esta *

He dicho no…¡lo siento!,
He temblado de celo,
He caminado sin rumbo
Ante la inminencia del amor.

En noches como esta,
He dicho quizá…¡no puedo!
He abominado del mundo,
He transmutado de miedo,
Ante la evidencia del dolor.

Es en noches como esta,
Cuando sentimos miedo,
El futuro nos da la espalda y,
El presente se nos niega.

Si, en noches como esta,
Todo se vuelve oscuro,
Se enturbia la mirada y,
El sueño se hace quimera.

En noches como esta,
He gritado si…¡te quiero!,
He navegado sin rumbo,
Sin tu presencia muriendo,
Y enmascarando el amor.

En noches como esta,
He dicho quizá…¡no puedo!
He abominado del mundo,
He transmutado de miedo,
Ante la evidencia del dolor.

Lucas Lazar. Contando Historias de Terror.

Aniceto looked at her not very convinced, but the hands and mouth of the stranger left no move by the most sensitive parts of your body and even aware of the danger, Aniceto Pérez in a fit of passion was abandoned and was carried away by the exciting unknown to the darker of the landscape while his excited heart moved inside of his chest in a frantic way troubled and wild.

It will continue to...

"Life has dark evenings and mornings of Sun, nights of laughter, day of tears and pain." "Life is an exciting journey by science, magic and imagination, life is a circular route in order to find behind the mask of death to our true identity"

From the Sky With Pain. Letter to the Ego.

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