Revelations

Sometimes while I am asleep my mind distorts the images of the world I have captured within my soul. It takes them and makes them into beautiful moissaics that can not be explained. Inside each of these wonderful paintings I find intricate words, astound feelings and profound dreams....

In these paintings I can see a young girl, her cheeks are flushed from the cold biting at her round cheeks. Her coat drapes over her small frame and her bonnet covers her deliciously brunnet head. Her ballerina flats tip toe across an open garden and she smiles at the birds that sing through the snow. Her blithe laughter would warm the most algid of hearts.

I see myself in the little girl. The one who dances across the garden she is deep inside me somewhere begging to break lose but I hold on tighter with stalwart force. I must not let her escape for she is synoymous to all that is still human in me. As she touches everything with her gloved hand she melts the snow with a calming agitation. The white of the winter wonderland absconds into nothingness and leaves behind a green, indigenous, and native world.

This one like the last leaves mitigating effects prickiling upon my soft skin. The small girl stops and smells a handful of cardinal gerberas. In that small moment all of the world's happiness is contained in that little girl. The smile that plays upon the girls lips, her closed eyes as she intakes the fresh sweet scent that hipnotyzes her.

Her figure begins to transform, her height amplifies a bit, her hair grows past her shoulders and curls in waves. Her winter clothes transform into a strapless black and white polka-dotted dress. She walks barefoot through the immersed earth, she is happy among the green of the plants and the earthy colors of the canvas where she walks. It is her painting, her world, her distortion of reality. Here she is happy.

She dances to the end of the garden and a mirror arises from deep within the native earth. It is bounded in gold and its shine sparkles the garden like the rising sun. She looks within the mirror...

My reflection bestowes its eyes one me. I am that little girl in the snow, she is me and together we live inside my body fighting for reason or sentiments. I am that girl as she grows, and I know that inside she lives free spirited and reminds me of what humanity should be. She is my inner child and I her carrier, her messenger. She is me and I her...

Life in the garden never lasts very long, the light that shines from the mirror of truth brightens farther and farther until it reaches the end of the garden. It encircles my body and I feel myself detaching from such an entrancing world.

Finally all is dark, I can hear a trifiling beep from far away and brightness suddenly shines upon my eyes. I shut them again, morning came too soon and I wish nothing more than to return to my garden. The beeping does not stop and I dare myself to open my eyes again, this time the light does not harm them and my manicured hand reaches for the off button. I lay in my bed and look up at my ceiling, remembering the small girl, the garden, myself, and this morning.

A familiar smile plays upon my lips as I feel everything is possible and that today will be a good day...

Here Comes the Sun

Turururu

Here comes the sun...

Copyright Leonor Dias 7/31/10

Donatella In Leotards (Part Deux)

Once upon a time....a bit after the last time we picked up on the story...

Princess Donatella from a far away kingdom was left heart-broken by a peasant and confused by life. Normally this is where the author of the fairy tales would cue the Fairy-Godmothers. I, on the other hand, refuse to call up old women who are convinced they can wave a stick around and turn pumpkins into carriages. For crying out loud everyone knows pumpkins make rockets not carriages. Hmphh...Fairy Godmothers need to lay off the wine, if you know what I mean...

Moving on...

Princess Donatella had learned from an early age that if you wanted something done right, then you had to do it yourself. She stared at the mirror in her vanity table. The dark makeup in her eyes was as much alluring and provocative as it was bloodcurdling. Picking up her red lipstick she played it against her soft lips and smiled at the mirror. Her dark curls cascaded down her back and she could see why men would fight to the death for her.

Placing a dark leotard on and slipping open-toed boots onto her feet she smiled. She grabbed a black knee-length leather jacket from the back of her chair and put it on, shaking her hair around. Donatella looked at the night from her window in the top part of the tower of the castle. She smiled provocatively. The night was young and she had work to do.

Grabbing the snowy sheets from her bed she held the end and jumped from her window using the bed sheets as a parachute she landed safely on the ground. She stared around and watched as the guards around her marched in unison watching over the castle in the dark. She fixed her leather jacket and ran swiftly through the gates of castle, slipping past the sleeping guard without a sound.

The journey to the village was not long and as she grabbed hold of a moving vehicle she could feel the adrenaline, the desire, the thirst building up inside her again. As the village light grew brighter Donatella jumped off her ride and hid behind the walls of a stoned house.

Her hazel eyes quickly swept the empty street and moved out onto it. As we walked past the light filled street all that could be heard was the clicking of her heels onto the cobblestones and the swish of her leather jacket against the wind. She was not scared, for she knew no one would recognize her.

She swooped through streets and corners, Donatella did not stop. As she reached her destination she felt the thirst inside grow into pure desire. She smiled brightly at the dark oak door and knocked firmly twice.

The door creaked for a bit before the lock clicked and it swung open, inside was the peasant with tired eyes and nothing but his undergarments. Donatella smiled her lopsided smirk and the peasant gulped. Placing a hand on his chest she pushed him in the door and walked in. She whispered a few words into his ear and just like anyone to whom Donatella talked to, he was swept up by the power of her words.

It wasn't long before the peasant was laying on his back on top of the bed. Donatella swung her legs around his hips and let him kiss her neck then she pinned him back and with a sly smirk she leaned down over him and kissed his lips oh so swiftly...

The peasant looked at Donatella's eyes for a moment, his own bulging in despair. Donatella got up. The peasant strangled on the bed as the poison slipped down his throat and burned in his veins. The princess put her hands to her lips and pulled the clear plastic that had contained the poison away from them. The Peasant convulsed a few times and then...he was no more. All was still as Donatella placed her red lipstick on her lips again. She walked to the peasant and kissed his forehead leaving her mark.

She opened the door of the stone house and the wind swept her hair back. She felt free for a moment. Everyone got what they deserved. And then the heat of the moment died down and she was left alone in a dim lit street in the middle of the night. She looked at her leotard placed a hand over it imagining what had happened just moments ago.

And the thirst built up again...

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time in a far away land there lived a princess name Donatella, this princess was searched for by all the men in the kingdom for she was as beautiful as they come. Her soft brown spiralling curls cascaded over her shoulders, her petite figure was alluring even under her clothes. But most importantly she had a way of speaking, and once she spoke to you, you could never turn back.

Now Donatella fell in love with a man, a peasant man. He was poor, raggedy, had no where to go but...he was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever seen. The women in the village swooned over him. He had anyone he wanted even without having anything but beauty. Donatella wanted him for herself.

So she went after him and it wasn't long until the poor peasant was in love with her too. They were happy even when really sad. They were together for good and bad. Still the trouble begins like in all fairy tales when the royal family does not accept a peasant in their house.

Now this royal family was much kinder than most, they gave the peasant a chance to prove his worth. But all was not well with this peasant for as much as he loved the Princess he was not good for her. He looked for ways to become rich and they were never the best....but he had plans, but then again he lay them all to rest. The point is comparing Donatella's ambitions to his, he had none.

The royal family supported a Prince that came from a far-away land. They believed he would make the princess happy and would be good to her. Now if this was an ordinary fairytale the prince would be vile and evil and the princess would run away with the peasant and they would live happily ever after.

But this is no ordinary fairytale...

For in this story the peasant (although not a bad person at heart) could not give the princess the love she needed to nurture her. Princesses are like that, they need love and nurturing to grow from little seeds to wonderful, beautiful flowers.

And the Prince of the story? Well he was just lovely, just perfect. He had everything the Princess had always dreamed of in a man. Yet it did not feel right...

There was a new girl in town and the peasant fell in love with her, leaving the princess heart-broken and defiant. She refused to cry or to make him believe he had broken her. The Prince fought hard and true for the Princesses affection, she believed she could have everything with him and at last...she could not give him what he needed.

She could no longer give anyone what they needed. She had lost so much of herself and gained nothing in return, that she no longer had anything to give to anyone. This fairytale does not have a happy ending. It does not involve singing birds, talking trees or Fairy God-Mothers. There is no magic, and no miracles. There is just life...

Life brought Princess Donatella to her knees, and life would help her get revenge one day...