Under The Purple Sky

October 4

underthepurplesky — Mon, 03 Oct 2011 22:27:04 +0000

A year has past? Possibly. But that’s far from important. Constantly relating to the past, makes the present difficult. For me, a couple of hours have passed, since the most recent great day I can remember, while the future awaits still, in silence and unexpectedness.

A story with bears

underthepurplesky — Tue, 13 Sep 2011 08:25:05 +0000

Somewhere deep inside an unknown forest, lived a bear named Lucy. Her existence was once limited by seeking all day long for berries or honey, like all the bears did, well almost all. She had many friends, like all bears do, well, actually all bears in the world are friends, that’s a fact, but Lucy had much closer friends, some of them smart, some of them silly and one of them very funny.
In the last couple of months Lucy was feeling a little strange so she thought that it was a good idea to sign up for the summer camp somewhere far far away, in the land of the awesome Grizzly. This was a symbol for everything bear related in this world; they couldn’t live without thinking of the Grizzly, so it was beyond her imagination of how cool that place would be.
As days past by and suddenly it was a little colder, much more darker in the evening and everything turn from bright green to dark red, winter was close, the forest was a bit different now and all that Lucy was thinking about was Grizzly and Grizzly related stuff, water slides and salmon. So she built a complicated system of waterfalls and rivers right inside her home, studying for days and nights. You could always see a light somewhere at her window, bringing a smile to a lonely night.
Her friends weren’t quite sure of the outcome of this, maybe neither was Lucy, all they knew is future having something very important coming for them.
So they went to sleep. As it was the shortest path towards their dreams.

Autumn Christmas Day

underthepurplesky — Mon, 05 Sep 2011 05:48:17 +0000

For some us, it can’t wait until December to get in the mood of celebrating. A late night cup of that perfect tea can bring wonder in our minds and release our imagination beyond the unthinkable, it can snow inside our heads, it can bring cookies to our imaginary friends.. and foes, to keep them busy while we take a break from their problems.
Any less summery autumn day can resemble the joys of winter mood, like passing by a musical instruments store and staring, for an amount of time that may as well feel like an eternity, at that bronze acoustic guitar, that brings back memories together, around a warm campfire, burning somewhere close to our souls.
In some states of mind, it can be considered rude not to leave everything else alone and focus on this great feeling when it comes around.

Restart

underthepurplesky — Mon, 21 Mar 2011 03:35:37 +0000

It’s gonna happen. This is it. The week to start it all again. Past is not important anymore. Nor the ghosts that could come along from there.
It’s time to change, to live again, to feel, to run, to hide, to smile for no reason.
Just like an empty amusement park, that suddenly breaks apart and falls down leaving behind a small wooden carousel that rotates as the wind blows..
On which you can get on and off, at any speed or time of the day.

random bs

underthepurplesky — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 19:59:53 +0000

Sometimes I write things in the middle of the night, just because I don’t want to forget how I’m really feeling, even though I might deny them the very next day.
Going back to places I grew up in, isn’t as easy as is seems, as everything reminds me of early moments in life that could have gone in a different way, breakpoints I didn’t use when taking actions. How could I have messed things so badly…
What is life anyway? A stereotypical question for moments of denial and self exclusion from the present tense.
A series of events, questions and thoughts. Why am I falling in love with the same person over and over again? Perhaps is easier to fall asleep this way.
We create questions with no answers, so we can seek for something new from time to time and never lose purpose.
Beauty of the body and beauty of the mind, but what about the beauty of the soul and the beauty of all of these together, even the beauty of nothing at all. What if everything is beautiful about a person? Could you tell them that? That’s an overload of compliments and it sounds like it might not be true at all..
That’s why you say nothing, but you feel everything. It’s not really that bad, no, it’s actually good.
And you stop and move on, altough you know what a big lie you’ve just created. So you just stop. For a while.

mixed fillings

underthepurplesky — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 22:06:50 +0000

a typical day in the life of this bear, started with a quick overview of his icecream factory and only then he could go check the chocolate factory, his most latest business. chocolate was easy to make, easy to pack and easy to sell, it was simple and sweet, so this new job was somewhat boring, as its complexity was far inferior from the icecream one.
there, you could find lots of fillings and as time passed by, bear mixed them all up to create a totally awesome icecream, that was always so perfect. though not everyone was happy with this and the other shareholders were constantly trying to keep bear’s focus on the chocolate.
no one knows what happened next. the end

Eve’s morning

underthepurplesky — Fri, 24 Dec 2010 06:36:21 +0000

Our little alien didn’t expected much from the artificial light that morning, perhaps just a loud city with people running around in fast motion, but less than a predefined quantum of time later, he found himself driving his spaceship in a fast pace, ignoring red lights, but thinking he’ll replace them, with smaller ones, on the top layer of the tree, a little bit later.

Also, the noise expected was missing, it was quite quiet inside his head, as he was still happy with discovering a strong magnetic field, not long time ago. This thought left a long trapped irreplaceable smile on his face, as he was getting closer to the place where the trains arrive, though he later found out that this was the place where trains mostly leave. Nevertheless, a familiar chilling in the air, left him standing still for an undefined period of time, creating a warm sensation somewhere deep inside.

On the way back he could only hear Serge Gainsbourg and that was just fine.

Monday Evening

underthepurplesky — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 18:07:44 +0000

Things are changing. But must we change too?

The Tragic Life And Death Of A Purple Balloon

underthepurplesky — Sun, 17 Oct 2010 21:40:25 +0000

It all started when his older brother popped out of nowhere, so he quickly became the center of attention. Not reallly loving the situation, but it was a minor thrill at the beggining, as this sltuation brought something new to his life.
Though it wasn’t really what he was after, as he observed some major issues in this way of existense. I mean, come on, all his family was talking in a high pitch voice that was driving him crazy. So one day when he said to his self “This is it, i’m outta here” and leaving with no looking back gave him so much andrenaline and hope that he became very light headed, or perhaps there was too much helium involved.
A new adventure was preparing for him, new friends, new places. It’s just that sometimes the winds have a mind of their own and take you places where you wouldn’t expect to go and little did he knew, but not even 24 hours later he was heading all the way back home, where life was ugly and restless.
One night he found something new, wrapped in a well placed plastic bag, just above a restroom stall.
White powder gave him hope and happiness, only to leave him falling to pieces when the needle took control of this new thrill.
“That was it!”

Purple Ribbons and Balloons

underthepurplesky — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 23:55:50 +0000

I lay down on my back

And close my eyes

Just to see the beauty of yours

Pure candy, wrapped in black and white

So sweet that I would never touch them

So soft and kind that I could never forget

And down, down below

Your gateway to the world of flowers

A pack of pretty sensors

To smell the beauty of your world

To taste the happiness of others

As none could stop your crazy smile

And fire, burning, fire burning in your hair.

Just like a tree, never getting old

Always there, to hug a sigh

Always there, to raise a grin

How could I not love…