Dragones para todos

Blancos, dorados, naranjas, rojos, púrpuras, negros, grises, azules, celestes, verdes... Tal vez nunca hayan Dragones suficientes para colmar nuestro más oculto deseo de ver a uno de ellos personalmente.
Ese deseo está en todos nosotros aunque sea por distintos motivos... El científico más racionalista del mundo deseará ver uno para estudiarlo como especie nueva; un filósofo al verlo tratará de formular nuevas ideas e hipótesis.
Un botánico se preguntará si también come plantas o pequeñas frutas; algún zoólogo querrá establecer y comparar medidas en relación con otros ejemplares del Reino Animal.
Un escritor buscará datos para hacer una historia sobre él y un artista querrá representarlo en pintura o modelando una escultura. Los ejemplos, aquí también, son innumerables.

...Así que, por lo menos, dejo estas imágenes para que cualquiera de los mencionados arriba pueda hacer su trabajo particular.

Two Becoming One In Love

-Katherina Romanova-

We´re Not So Different

-Layout Sparks-

My Wrath Is Like The Sun

-Stuff Point-

Burning A Cold Dawn In Winter

-Snowskadi-

I Bring Good News, My Lord

-Sakimichan-

...When The Sun Attacked Us

-Lukasz Matuszek-

The Living God Of This World

-HothdWallpaper4U-

Summer Love

-Iasha Bolton-

Everything Here Is Mine

-picscrunchblogspot-

I'm Very Happy Of Being Your Daughter

-ForestOfTheFaiening-

I'll Never Ever Leave You

-Anne Stokes-

The One King Of The Mountain

-Zelda-Akita-

Don't Say I'm Bad Only For My Color!

-Shaori07-

Inner Light In The Darkest Places

-Stuff Point-

"Full Moon of Happiness"

Six different Creatures, feeling and living

the same paradise, in and between them;

three families enjoying

what we can hardly imagine,

in these times of bad things.

Seis Imágenes Edénicas

Seis imágenes que ilustran un muy posible nuevo Edén. En la primera, se hace evidente el regreso en paz de los Dragones; en la siguiente, todos los seres terrestres conviven estrechamente unos con otros.

"Calmando La Sed"

"All Together Now, And Again"

En la tercera esos seres son aceptados desde que nacen incluso en nuestros hogares; en la que le sigue, muchas almas con distinto grado de evolución comparten un estado de gracia.

"Armonía Interior"

"Melodía Y Luz"

La quinta imagen nos muestra dos figuras muy distintas en apariencia, pero capaces de recorrer juntas un mismo camino hacia la plenitud espiritual.

"Comunión Entre Almas"

Y en la última, se ven tres estados muy distintos en cuanto a la cercanía respecto de la Luz Eterna: a la izquierda, un grupo de penitentes intenta penosamente alcanzar la cumbre liberada de esas nubes oscuras que le impiden dejar atrás el sufrimiento. En el extremo opuesto, un condenado en un mundo de condenados tiene sin embargo detrás de él una llave con la cual podría liberarse de sus cadenas, pero que su dolor interno no le permite ver.
Y en la gloriosa escena del centro, unas almas hermanadas bailan felices un Rikkudim, completamente iluminadas por la Luz Divina mientras una Loba con alas se encarga de criar un bebé de lo que hoy se conoce como raza negra (es algo perfectamente aceptable en ese estado espiritual; aunque eso ya ocurrió muchas veces ella permanece así sentada y con el pequeño en brazos), y un Delfín salta fuera del agua para verla de cerca.

"Ningún Castigo Es Eterno"

"Pequeña Historia de un Dragón aparentemente exigente"

Cierto día, un Dragón ya casi anciano y bien conocido en el pueblo situado entre un valle, la montaña y un río, se dirigió desde su caverna al mencionado pueblo para hacer un anuncio:
"Estuve solo allá arriba durante los últimos seis años con siete meses; de modo que vine a buscar un buen compañero, que además pueda realizar algunas tareas. Los que se consideren aptos, pueden empezar desde hoy, yendo hasta la entrada de mi cueva y respondiendo allí a una única premisa, que conocerán si aceptan mi pedido. Me vuelvo, pues, a mi hogar, esperando a los que quieran estar conmigo allá.
Todos los aldeanos, aún sin saber qué les pediría el Dragón, se sintieron capaces de cumplir con sus misteriosas exigencias.
"Yo cocino muy bien, eso sin duda lo convencerá de aceptarme" -Dijo un viejo cocinero.
"Pero yo puedo limpiar todo lo que él me pida; a mí, sin duda, me querrá en su cueva" -Replicó una mujer desde una ventana.
"Bah, yo conozco muchas historias que le gustará oír... A ellos les gustan esas cosas. Yo voy a estar en esa cueva". -Dijo ahora uno con aspecto de aventurero. Al parecer, ninguno consideraba inaceptable la idea de pasar sus últimos años en una fría caverna.
Pero cuando todos subieron los casi seiscientos metros hasta la entrada de su caverna, el Dragón les hizo una señal para que permanecieran bajo los árboles.
"Van a venir, pero de a uno; y me dirán lo que tienen para mí. Después, sabrán si son aceptados".

Tal vez a causa del azar, le tocó ir primero al de las historias. "Hasta pronto..." -Se despidió de todos, pensando que los demás deberían descender poco después, de la montaña.
"Bien, tú pareces conocer muchas cosas -le dijo el Dragón una vez que ambos entraron. ¿Qué puedes ofrecerme?"
"Pues yo, Señor (todos los del pueblo usaban con él este apelativo), conozco la historia del juego de ajedrez y el monarca que había perdido a su hijo..."
"Yo también, desde hace ochenta y tres años. Puedes volver con los demás". -Lo despidió, sin prestar atención a sus quejas.

Siguió el Carpintero, que no perdió tiempo en declarar lo que podía ofrecerle.
"Sabe, Señor Dragón, yo puedo hacerle muchas cosas excelentes trabajando la madera, que es como mi..."
"Me parece bien, pero no es lo que necesito. Ve y deja pasar al siguiente".

"Bueno, aquí estoy -Dijo la mujer que había estado mirando por la ventana, más rápido aún que el frustrado Carpintero. -¿Por dónde hace falta que empiece a limpiar?"
"Espera, espera, mujer apresurada... Que yo no te pedí nada de eso. Y ahora vuelve un poco sobre tus pasos. Listo, quédate ahí un momento".
El Dragón respiró una o dos veces mirándola, y luego:
"Mi cueva está lo suficientemente limpia en este momento, como para hacer pasar a un Rey con todo su séquito. Puedes irte, y ver quién quiere venir ahora".
A pesar del lenguaje cortés de él, la mujer salió de la caverna con su cara roja de furia.
"¡No quiso que limpiara! ¡Qué persona difícil!"

Y tal vez era cierto, porque el Dragón también despidió de inmediato al cocinero, a unos médicos, a una costurera y a tres jardineros. ¿Qué quería, el exigente Dragón?
Cuando ya no quedaban más gentes de oficio, entre los que trabajaban el campo, o cuidaban el ganado, ninguno estaba seguro de poder ser aceptado al decir lo que hacía.
"¿Qué piensas hacer en esa caverna, ordeñar sus Vacas?"
"Por supuesto, en el caso de que las tuviera..."
"Y acaso querrá que le siembres papas...?"
Pero mientras todos se hacían mutuamente preguntas parecidas, uno de ellos empezó a caminar hacia la entrada de la caverna.
Lo vieron atravesarla y perderse en las primeras sombras que provenían de la cueva. Algunos seguían preguntándole cosas como que si iba a cosechar verduras.

Pocos minutos después, todos pudieron oír una gran carcajada... Y comenzaron a hacer sus conjeturas.
"Le dijo que podía ordeñar las Vacas..."
"No, le ofreció esquilar Ovejas".
"Es obvio que se ha puesto en ridículo él mismo".
Pero a él no lo vieron salir de la caverna. Sólo el Dragón apareció imprevistamente, para decir: "No se molesten en seguir allí, todos ustedes pueden regresar a sus casas y sus actividades; yo ya encontré lo que necesitaba. Hasta pronto..."

Ya al anochecer, el anciano Dragón tenía todo dispuesto para cenar.
"Toma, sopa de cebolla, como creo haberte oído decir que te gustaba".
"Gracias, Dragón..."
"Por nada; sabes, tú eres el que necesitaba para pasar mis últimos años... Los demás parecían creer que buscaba un sirviente, o un esclavo. Y cuando hice ese anuncio les hablé claramente respecto de lo que quería. Pero era como si sólo quisieran decirme cuánto sabían hacer. Y yo lo único que pedía era un buen compañero, un amigo".
"Me siento muy feliz de serlo, y espero que podamos seguir juntos muchos años..."
"Yo deseo lo mismo... Ahora, podrías contarme de nuevo esa historia tan graciosa de los tres granjeros?"

"Dragons Of The World, Fly For Us"

With this, at least, the Dragons can get close to us; and we may look at them into their eyes, thinking of how much is lost since they're called legends, or maybe hope secretly that they return from far and hidden places to fill our modern -but chaotic- life with their great magic.

"The Most Human Dragon"

Just as another story I found, this one shows how the evil is punished, and very well, by a Dragon who knew the kindness of some human family.

The Princess, The Dragon & The Very Bad Knight
By Stuart Baum

Part OneOnce upon a time there was a Princess named Nyssmah. When she was born, she was a very little baby. When she was a one-year old, she was a very little one-year old. When she was a two-year old, she was a very little two-year old. And when she was a three-year old she found a Dragon's egg.
Princess Nyssmah knew that she wasn't allowed to bring anything into the Castle without checking first with the Royal Steward. The Royal Steward, thought Nyssmah, was in charge of saying "No". Which is why, when she brought the Dragon's egg into the Castle, she did not check first with the Royal Steward. He would have said "No". Instead she put the Dragon's egg into her closet. And, like all little girls, forgot all about it.
Our story begins with the sound of a Dragon's egg hatching. The sound attracted the Royal Dog, which sniffed at the closet where Princess Nyssmah had stashed the Dragon's egg. The Royal Dog attracted the Royal Housemaid who was sure there was Some Sort of Animal in the closet. The Royal Housemaid was afraid of many things. But, more than anything else, she was afraid of Some Sort of Animal in a Closet. She went to get the Royal Steward who went to get the Royal Butler who went to get the Royal Exterminator ( who is in charge of removing All Sorts of Animals from closets or from anywhere else ). The Royal Exterminator opened the closet door and found a baby Dragon.
All this excitement attracted Princess Nyssmah, who was not afraid of Some Sort of Animal in the closet- especially since she knew exactly which sort of animal was in this closet. The excitement also attracted the King.
The Royal Exterminator knew what to do about Mice. He knew what to do about Bugs and Snakes and Raccoons and all Other Sorts of Animals. But the Royal Exterminator did not know what to do about a baby Dragon in a closet. Princess Nyssmah did.
"Can I keep him?" she asked.
The Royal Steward quickly said, "No".
Princess Nyssmah put on her very best "I Love My Daddy Face" and asked the King, "Can I keep him, oh Daddy that I love? Pleeease?"
"Of course", said the King. The Royal Steward threw up his arms and shook his head and rolled his eyes and sighed a long sigh.
Now that we have begun the story and hatched our baby Dragon, it's time to meet the Knight. Like all knights, this one started out as a baby boy. When he was born he was a very big baby. When he was a two-year old, he was a very big two-year old. When he was a four-year old he was a very big four-year old. And when he was a six-year old, Princess Nyssmah had asked her Daddy, the King, if she could keep the Dragon.
The boy-who-would-become-a-knight's name was Brophy (with a hard "o"). Brophy's dad was the Royal Champion. The Royal Champion did not like Princess Nyssmah's baby Dragon, because he thought it was a bad idea to have a Dragon in the Castle. The Royal Champion knew that baby Dragons grow up to be big Dragons. And he knew what big Dragons did: big Dragons carried away Princesses and ate them. The Royal Champion's job, among many, was to rescue Princesses when ever they had been carried away by big Dragons. Princess Nyssmah had yet to be carried away by a big Dragon, but should she ever be, it was the Royal Champion's job to get her back uneaten.
Brophy, like his father, did not like Princess Nyssmah's new pet. But for a different reason. He did not like the Princess' pet because he was spoiled. He wanted the Dragon to be his pet. Since he could not have the Dragon himself, he decided that no one would have the Dragon. So this is what he did:
One day, when Princess Nyssmah and the Dragon, who was bigger now, were playing, Brophy ran to the Royal Champion and said, "Daddy! The Dragon bit me!" The Royal Champion looked at Brophy's hand, which was indeed bitten ( Brophy had bitten it himself ), and took Brophy to the King.
"Your daughter's Dragon has bitten my son", the Royal Champion said to the King.
The King, who was busy sitting on his throne doing what Kings do when they are busily sitting on the throne, said to the Royal Steward, "Bring the Princess and the Dragon here at once".
When the Princess and the Dragon arrived, the King asked, "Nyssmah, is it true that the Dragon bit Brophy?"
The Princess glared at Brophy and said, "No, Daddy. The Dragon was not even near Brophy".
"Well, then", the Royal Champion asked Princess Nyssmah, "how do you explain this?" He showed her Brophy's bitten hand.
"I don't know", she said. "Maybe Brophy bit it himself ".
"Don't be fresh!" said the King. ( We all know that Brophy had bitten his own hand, but no one else did ). The King took another look at Brophy's bitten hand and said, "This is not too bad. Perhaps the Dragon was just being protective of Nyssmah".
The Royal Champion began to protest, but the King waved him off.
"Please try to be more careful", said the King.
Princess Nyssmah said, "I shall be careful, father".
Brophy was upset that his plan did not work. So like all little boys, he tried it again. He bit his hand once more and told his father once more, who told the King once more, that the Dragon had bitten him. And once again, Princess Nyssmah was told to be more careful, but the Dragon was allowed to stay in the Castle. Then Brophy thought up a different plan.
The Dragon had learned to breathe fire. It is far Too Complicated to explain why Dragons can breathe fire while boys and girls cannot, so this story will not try to explain how fire-breathing works. But the fact that Princess Nyssmah's Dragon can breathe fire gave Brophy an idea. It was a rotten idea. It was a really rotten idea. It was such a rotten idea, in fact, that when Brophy thought of it, his eyes turned from blue to brown- just for an instant.
Brophy went in to Princess Nyssmah's room and set fire to her dollhouse. Then he ran up to the Royal Steward and yelled, "Fire! Fire! The Dragon has set fire to the Princess' room!" I told you it was a rotten idea!
This plan worked. The King did not mind so much that the Dragon was biting Brophy. (Remember, no one else knew that Brophy was biting himself ). The King was actually pleased that the Dragon was protecting his daughter. But a fire-breathing Dragon was a dangerous thing to have in the Castle. And the King told the Royal Champion to take the Dragon far away. So far away that the Dragon would never find his way back to the Castle.
Princess Nyssmah cried and cried for days and days, but soon the King got her a puppy, which she named Puppy, and she was happy once more. Brophy giggled and giggled for days and days, but when the King got Princess Nyssmah a puppy he was jealous once more. And since the puppy did not breathe fire, still. Too Complicated to explain, Brophy never managed to get the puppy thrown out of the Castle.

Part Two

We rejoin the same story thirteen years later. Princess Nyssmah has grown up into a beautiful, though still somewhat small, young woman of sixteen. Her puppy, named Puppy, grew into a big Dog named Puppy, got old, got very old and, like all animals, eventually died. Her new puppy, this one named Droopsy, also grew into a big Dog, which is what he is now. Her father, the King, did not grow in size, but he did grow older. He also grew happier. His daughter was going to be married the following day. The man she was marrying was a Prince named Alladrio. Prince Alladrio was from another land and was strong, tall and as nice as anyone could be. The King was happy that Princess Nyssmah had found a man as wonderful as Alladrio to marry.
Brophy grew up to be Sir Brophy, the knight. He was the biggest, strongest, fiercest man in the whole kingdom. He wasn't afraid of anything or anyone. Since he was so strong and so fearless, he was named the Royal Champion and it was his job to rescue the Princess if she were ever carried away by a Dragon. But child(ren), listen, because this is important: The only thing worse than a bad child is a bad grown-up. And, unfortunately, Brophy was a bad grown up -or in his case- a Bad Knight. He still wanted whatever anyone else had. And the one thing he wanted most of all was Princess Nyssmah. He wanted to marry her. And he was very mad that she was marrying Someone Else- no matter how nice or good that Someone Else was. Since he could not marry Princess Nyssmah himself, he decided that no one would marry her.
He did not know what he would do to make sure no one married her, but he knew that it would be Something Rotten.
Now child(ren), you have to fly for a moment. While you cannot fly in real life -it is Too Complicated to explain why not- you can fly in a story. And if you want to see the Dragon again, you must fly. Our Dragon, like all Dragons, live at the top of a tall mountain. So, grow your wings and come fly for a short while. Let's go see our Dragon.
Fly up into the air, across the land and over the hills. Fly past the gigantic forest and over some more hills. Here come the tall mountains and here we go! Up, up, up, and more up until we get to the very top of the tallest mountain in the world. Right at the very top, there is a a cave and in that cave -Look closely, but don't touch!- is our Dragon. He has grown up, too. Like Brophy, the Dragon has grown up to be very, very big. And very, very strong. Fortunately he has not grown up to be very bad. However, he has grown up to be very unhappy.
The Dragon still missed Princess Nyssmah. No one gave him a puppy and no one was there to love him, so he was all alone on top of the mountain. Once in a while, he would fly down into the country looking for castles. When he found a Castle, he would fly in, carry away whichever Princess lived there and -no, he did not eat them- he would look at them very careful to see if they were Princess Nyssmah. When they weren't, and they never were, he would put them back unharmed. Over and over he did this. And every time the princess he looked at was not the right Princess he would grow sadder and sadder.
So, look into the cave and see the biggest, strongest, yet saddest Dragon in the whole world.
But quick! Let's fly back to the castle! Hurry now! Fly as fast as your can! You don't want to miss what happens next!

What Happens Next

Good! We got back just in time! Just in time for the party. Everyone, even Droopsy the Dog, is at the party. It's the night before Nyssmah and Alladrio's wedding and it seems as though everyone in the Castle is as happy as can be. There are parades and jugglers and puppet shows and marching bands. There are Elephants trumpeting, Horses neighing and All Sorts of Animals making All Sorts of Noises.
"Look at all these Animals!" shouted the King over the noise. "There must be every Animal in the world here!"
"Yes", said the Royal Steward, who was also very old now. "Every animal in the world, except Dragons!"
"That's right!" said the King. "There are no Dragons". Then he thought about the time when Princess Nyssmah was a little girl and she had a pet Dragon. "I wonder what that baby Dragon is doing now?" the King asked the Royal Steward.
"Probably carrying off Princesses and eating them", said the Royal Steward matter-of-factly.
"Probably", said the King. But somehow he could not imagine our Dragon carrying off Princesses and eating them.
Meanwhile, Brophy had heard every word of the King and the Royal Steward's conversation and it gave him an idea. It was a rotten idea. It was such a rotten idea, in fact, that when Brophy thought of it, his eyes turned from blue to brown- and they never turned back.
After the party was over, when everyone was asleep, Sir Brophy snuck into Princess Nyssmah's room and stole her. He put her into a big sack and put her onto the back of his Horse. Then he set fire to her bed to make it look as though a Dragon had flown into the Castle and carried off Princess Nyssmah. Then he galloped his Horse as fast as he could away from the Castle toward the tallest mountains in the world. He planned to kill Princess Nyssmah and leave her in a cave, so it looked like a Dragon had killed her.
In the morning, on the day of the wedding, Princess Nyssmah was gone and her bed was burned up. It looked just like a Dragon had carried her off.
"Quick!" said the King. "Call Sir Brophy the Royal Champion!" But the Sir Brophy was gone, too. ( Again, only we know that he had stolen Princess Nyssmah ).
"Perhaps he has gone to fight the Dragon", said the Royal Steward.
"Yes", said the King. "That is what must have happened". And everyone sat down and started to cry- even Droopsy the Dog. They already missed Princess Nyssmah and hoped that Brophy would rescue her so they could have the wedding.
Once again, child(ren), you must fly if we are going to see what happens next.
Quick! Grow your wings! Grow your wings and let them carry you over the land, over the hills, past the forest, over more hills until we get to the tall mountains. And there, halfway up the mountain, is Sir Brophy carrying the Princess-In-A-Sack. And there, right at the top of the mountain, is a cave. Sir Brophy climbed up to the cave and pulled the Princess-In-A-Sack inside.
"Help!" screamed Princess Nyssmah. "Help! Someone please save me!"
Brophy opened the sack and let the Princess out. At first, she was happy that Sir Brophy was there. "I am saved!" she shouted. But then she soon realized that Sir Brophy had taken her and that he had pretended she had been carried off by a Dragon. Which all means, she thought, that he is going to kill me. "Help!" she yelled again. "Help! I have been carried off by a Very Bad Knight!"
Sir Brophy put his hand over her mouth. "There is no use shouting, Princess", he said. "Nobody can hear you. We are too high up in the mountains for anybody to come rescue you".
Sir Brophy was right. Nobody could hear her screams. But something could: our Dragon. Our Dragon heard Princess Nyssmah's screams and knew that he had finally found the right Princess. He quickly flew over to the mountain -it was just two mountains away- and he arrived just in time.
Until you have seen a fight between the world's strongest Knight and the world's strongest Dragon, you have only seen skirmishes, disagreements and meddlings. This was a true fight. A battle. A fire-breathing, sword-smashing, teeth-gnashing, shield-crashing battle like no battle has ever been battled before. First the Dragon had the upper hand- or wing as it were. Then Sir Brophy had the upper hand.
Then the Dragon. Then Sir Brophy. Then neither. Then the Dragon again. Then Sir Brophy again. Then, well, Sir Brophy again. Then, well, still Sir Brophy. Then it looked pretty bad for the Dragon. Then it looked really bad for the Dragon. Then it looked hopeless for the Dragon and you would think that Sir Brophy had won and he would kill the Dragon and then kill the Princess. And that would be that.
But the Princess picked up a loose rock and threw it at Sir Brophy. The rock hit him squarely in the head and he looked up for a second and turned toward the Princess. This gave the Dragon his chance. He took a deep breath. So deep that he breathed in almost all the air in the cave. Then he breathed out the biggest breath of fire he had ever breathed out. Probably the biggest breath of fire any Dragon had ever breathed out in the history of the world. Right at Sir Brophy.
The blast of fire-breath knocked Sir Brophy out of the cave and off the side of the mountain. It was such a long way down that he might still be falling today. In any case, Sir Brophy was never seen again.
Princess Nyssmah got onto the Dragon's back and down they flew to the Castle. They got there so fast that the Princess had just enough time to say one sentence. She said, "I will never let you go away again".
But quick, child(ren), don't just sit here in the cave! Grow your wings again and fly, fly, fly to the Castle. You don't want to miss the wedding do you?

The Wedding

No matter how many weddings you have been to -especially if you have never been to any- you have never seen a wedding like this one. Picture the world’s most beautiful Princess dressed in a wedding gown so sparkly and white that it is too bright to even look at. Picture the world’s most handsome Prince dressed in a tuxedo so smart that it could solve the world’s hardest mathematical problems all by itself. Picture a Dragon in a bow tie as the Best Man- or Best Dragon as it were.
And picture Droopsy the Dog as the flower Dog, holding a basket of dried rose petals and daffodils and all your Favorite Flowers. Still not enough? How about a wedding hall filled not just with people, but also with Animals of All Sort and Kinds? And imagine them all dressed in people clothes. A Lion in a suit and tie!
An Octopus in a fancy party dress! And a Giraffe in a top hat! In other words it was a wedding like never before. And it lasted all night long and through the better part of the next day.
And, of course, everyone and everything lived happily ever after.

The End



Now, in this site, a video which illustrates, more or less, part of the story about this Dragon:

http://randommization.com/2011/03/02/dragonboy-the-story-of-a-dragon-in-love-with-a-princess-short

"Sociedades verdaderamente secretas"

Masones, Illuminati, Rosacruces, Mistéricos, Círculo Negro... Algunas de las Sociedades secretas más conocidas. Pero por lo tanto, secretas ya no más. En cambio habrá al menos una en algún lugar recóndito de la Tierra, de muy pocos miembros y alejada de los asuntos terrenos. Deben poder vivir más de cien años, trasladarse en Unicornios o en Pegasos, comer únicamente vegetales, hortalizas y frutas, o jugar de niños con Dragones y Duendes Padrinos.

Otra cosa que estuve imaginando en cuanto al régimen de un grupo verdaderamente apartado de lo terrenal, es la posibilidad de vivir únicamente tomando agua... Claro que ésta sería un agua nacida de la montaña y con todas las cualidades de la comida más completa y saludable.

Todo esto que visto desde aquí parece casi inaceptable, es un ejemplo de lo que algunos pudieron obtener convirtiéndose en anacoretas en la antigüedad.

"Our Sweet Last Breath"

Imagen como para una historia de amor

entre una Princesa y un Dragón...

En este momento ella y él acaban de darse

el último adiós mutuamente

y tan felices de haber vivido juntos

como de irse al mismo tiempo.

"Leyendas Actuales"

Algo que acabo de terminar para otro de mis blogs, dedicado en parte a leyendas antiguas o actuales. En el caso de Back To Eden, corresponde que sean de hoy, como algo que hubiera sucedido uno o dos días antes. Porque, ¿Cuántos habrán ahora, que quieran ver a una de estas Criaturas en persona?


Como una invocación

Ven, Dragón, de tu hogar de misterio,
aunque hoy tu historia no sea más que fragmentos
de un móvil viejo y olvidado,
pero construído con tus propias escamas,
creado para traernos cuentos
que hablaran de tus alas extendidas
entre el Sol y nuestros sueños.

¿No has vuelto, acaso, a surcar los vientos?

Pues hoy te nombran más de mil historias:
altivo, fuerte, y nunca conquistado,
a no ser por una gema legendaria
o una mujer, de ti aún más digna,
con quien vivir por siempre
entre un jardín del Cielo
y un sueño de la Tierra.

¡Ven, Dragón! ¡Regresa!
Que las leyendas de ahora
te reclaman y esperan. ¡Regresa!

"Tres Imágenes, Distintos Temas"

También en este caso, tengo versiones un pooco mejores, y voy a ver si las traigo más adelante; o subo otra serie...

"Dos Cosas Escritas Y Una Imagen"

Estas dos cosas las escribí -o las publiqué- hace dos años; aohra las traigo de nuevo, pero con la imagen correspondiente (más abajo).

My Best New Found Dream

When the Sun
covering the valleys
looks down on us
while you take me in your arms...
I fly with you
smiling and protected,
as your open wings
cut through the dawn
close to a Sun of dreaming.

You turn to look
again, my golden eyes;
words coming out
through them, say that they need you...
and of how much
my soul is being cradled
even with a single
smile in your eyes
so tender and caressing.

We've been for years
two hearts beating with sorrows,
wasting all the love
they had for one another...
I go with you now
in a never ending tale,
where I feel also cradled,
my everywhere love,
in this beautiful morning.

This newborn day
is perfect since you're with me,
kissing my lips
as your golden hair glitters...
Treasure of sweetness
of our daily honey moons,
before your eyes,
a star is just
a pale ghost in the evening.

Oh, my sweet love,
my for ever white Dragon,
to fly with you
is now my best new found dream...
Since we found something
much stronger than we are,
our sweet encounter
started for us
a love story in the making.


Happiness Of Angels

If I could turn
In words my little heartbeats,
They would say just
My love, my love, my love!
The only words which would go
Like Butterflies to your heart.
The only conversation
Which yours can have with mine.

When you're not here,
I think I miss the Springtime,
And the Sun light
That brings hope in the dawning.
The same light bright in softness
That makes me smile as I watch,
And then enters my spirit
Sowing flowers of sweetness.

If you're with me,
All I know turns to nothing...
My only strength
Is to love, need and have you.
The only power in me,
Is given by the soft touch
Of your silky loving hands
Which mine need to feel so much.

When you're not here,
I feel myself like drowning
With all this land
And everything above it
Now that I take you higher,
Both ground and skies are nothing...
Just your life here in my arms,
And your tenderness smiling.

Our flight, my love,
Is like and endless feeling
Of clear blue skies,
And happiness of Angels.
The winds which now are blowing
Just sing with us the same song...
Of stars shining inside us,
And souls blended like fire.



Hay una versión mejor de esta imagen en otro lado, pero si puedo la traigo otro día.

"Atrévanse A Soñar..."

...Un nombre muy parecido tenía un viejo programa seriado argentino; pero ahora, si les parece, pueden escribir alguinos de sus mayores sueños.. Que no son como decir "Quiero viajar por todo el mundo" (Eso todavía se consigue con algo de esfuerzo). Los verdaderos sueños pueden ser lo mismo que decir: "¡Me encantaría ir volando hacia la Luna!"

Este es el verdadero nivel que alcanzan los sueños; y para hacer que los demás se animen a escribir algo, yo contaré uno de los míos: Me encantaría ver Dragones volando libres y viviendo en paz junto a nosotros.

Bueno, ahora les toca a ustedes... Quiero ver quién más puede soñar algo por el estilo.

Pues lo que para nosotros son nubes, para el Gran Arquitecto son precisamente simples materiales de construcción.

Por supuesto, además, tenemos muy cerca la Navidad... Y si esta no es la época de pedir las cosas más imposibles (para nosotros), no sé cuál podría ser.

When Dragons Loved Humans... Or Still Love Them? 2

Here The Lady Was Given A Magical Pair Of Wings...

So That Both Can Go Wherever They Wish,

In Complete Happiness And Love, Through The Endless Skies

When Dragons Loved Humans... Or Still Love Them?

And it's not always the Woman and the Dragon... At least one time, in ancient Japan, a Dragoness married a fisherman, taking him underwater to live with him in her Palace under the lake.

Eternal Love and Dragons

My Best New Found Dream

When the Sun
covering the valleys
looks down on us
while you take me in your arms...
I fly with you
smiling and protected,
as your open wings
cut through the dawn
close to a Sun of dreaming.
You turn to look
again, my golden eyes;
words coming out
through them, say that they need you...
and of how much
my soul is being cradled
even with a single
smile in your eyes
so tender and caressing.

We've been for years
two hearts beating with sorrows,
wasting all the love
they had for one another...
I go with you now
in a never ending tale,
where I feel also cradled,
my everywhere love,
in this beautiful morning.

This newborn day
is perfect since you're with me,
kissing my lips
as your golden hair glitters...
Treasure of sweetness
of our daily honey moons,
before your eyes,
a star is just
a pale ghost in the evening.

Oh, my sweet love,
my for ever white Dragon,
to fly with you
is now my best new found dream...
Since we found something
much stronger than we are,
our sweet encounter
started for us
a love story in the making.


Happiness Of Angels

If I could turn
In words my little heartbeats,
They would say just
My love, my love, my love!
The only words which would go
Like Butterflies to your heart.
The only conversation
Which yours can have with mine.

When you're not here,
I think I miss the Springtime,
And the Sun light
That brings hope in the dawning.
The same light bright in softness
That makes me smile as I watch,
And then enters my spirit
Sowing flowers of sweetness.

If you're with me,
All I know turns to nothing...
My only strength
Is to love, need and have you.
The only power in me,
Is given by the soft touch
Of your silky loving hands
Which mine need to feel so much.

When you're not here,
I feel myself like drowning
With all this land
And everything above it
Now that I take you higher,
Both ground and skies are nothing...
Just your life here in my arms,
And your tenderness smiling.

Our flight, my love,
Is like and endless feeling
Of clear blue skies,
And happiness of Angels.
The winds which now are blowing
Just sing with us the same song...
Of stars shining inside us,
And souls blended like fire.