The story begins in a nightly scenario...
Where the skies don't show stars,neither flowers bloom.
The aspect of the air is dense,with tensity in it.
How to explain?
Stare at the sky, and it is grey. Stare at the clouds, and they are black.
Stare at the ground, and it is white.
A Rare man who,
Lived,in search of happiness inside of so much darkness.
Happiness? He wouldn't know the word itself,as he did never hear about it.
A typical sentence for the common man,should I say,uncommon mind?
Confusing thoughts.
Daniel,as the name says ''God is My Judge'',says he believed in the uncommon things,
he believed in angels,in demons,in souls.
By trial,had he met an angel,one day. Impressive. ''Different''. How do you sight?
In a normal day,while walking through the blinding mist,had he felt something.
A confusing mind,tends to show many feelings,but not feel any.
That day,in his presence,saw he a Goddess,almighty, standing just beside him.
It was impressive,for the human,to see a divine being like her.
Firstly,did not know the human,how he would ever be acquainted with an angel.
Twice wrong,did he not know he would ever speak to a Goddess,in equal tone of voice.
Impressed,by his own talent of bending words at his own will,had he impressed the Goddess,
with his simple way of being. Did he?
No ways,he had none. He walked at his own peril,with no sense of mortality,
just for the pleasure of walking and seeing how the world really was.
''How the world really is''.
''Where no flowers bloom''.
''Happiness?''
He kept on walking,what they call ''streets'',which are full of life,yet they mean nothing to him.
One image didn't let go of his mind - How the Goddess 'looked' at him.
Why did he ever find this so important? He does not care. He did not impress 'himself'.
He had only amazed his own eyes with such marvelous presence.
After all,he is a rare man,who does not consolidate the common with himself,
for being ''rare'' he means difficult to find,by different, and by different he means not good nor evil,
yet not the same as anything else.
What his eyes see,make him what he is. Complex? Not at all.
Indifference,is just a normal word to explain neutral behaviour. He was.
He watched his way while he walked back to the place he had last seen the Goddess.
He said to himself - ''She captured my mind''.
Said he next - ''She captured my eyes''.
Said he none next,and kept he going.
Many hours had passed in his clock,knew he so,because he could not stop staring at it.
The way his watch ticked,was the way his mind worked.
Reaching the place of last sight,felt he the ''uncommon'' again.
''Why does your mind react,Daniel?''
''So many questions,Daniel.''
It was interesting for him. He had so many thoughts at that moment,he could even sell them.
''Do you want a thought,Miss? One dollar,please.''
Did he not,he walked again to see the Angel.
The angel has amazing councel,they all knew. But not all of them could reach an Angel.
Whispers in his ear ''Do you easily steal a smile?''
Answered he to the angel - ''Evil me,to steal a smile. Could I give one instead?''
Knew both at the same time,that something would happen.
She knew,because she an angel was.
He knew,because he a rare being was.
It all involved one thing. How the power of 'heavenly beings',are immense.
So was the power of that Goddess.
It makes no sense to the common man who reads a text. It does not...
..To be continued.
Text created based on real life facts,experienced by myself,and only put in different words.
Dedicated to - Priscila.
Image found at - http://spnational.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/Walking-shadows.jpg
Daniel Viana Alencar.
