Tool-SOBER

I was going ouy from my choking job and got off the choking bus to get on the stifling subway train that would transport my empty body into a larger vacuum still known as the center of Santiago. I began to mentally counteract all that frightening reality to the sacred atmosphere of the Great Reserve, where I left my best memories stored. Well, I ended up in a disgusting "Starbucks" writing once all my torments, while in the background heard again and again that amazing and dark song: "Sober" from Tool, feeling like being inside of that sordid sublimely video, caught between pipes of human flesh and monsters with sad remains of unachieved dreams...

"I will find a center in you,

I will chew it up and leave,

I will work to elevate you

Just enough to bring you down ... "

I think I've become a ghost, among all these ghosts citizens.

Milza López, 2015

B E F O R E T H E H E L L

Photography from the author, taken in Chilean Patagonia.

Heaven, the place where you could be with me, but you must depart now with a fallen angel, while I'm just a wounded angel. 

And there, in the country of arrows, tears and stars are sparkling like lost lights holding each other.

I hear your voice searching for answers and making dead echo in my head, wich agonizes every minute without you.

I want to leave and start another world of meadows and rainbow, but you leave me here by my own in this land, and go with her to the amazing torment.

Over my head there are a thousand tornadoes cornered from you as chained skulls. There is no turning back, I still hear your voice, it's the singing melody before going to Hell ...

And the distressing beat  incinerates my sword slowly, soon I will have no weapons to fight your demons; but my face remains unveiled without the mask of hate, revenge or past, to tell you how much I need you next to me and how much I've missed all these huge years.

I'm a girl and you're already an older man, but the days don't pass for both twin souls, we are equal before the mirror that reflects the perspective of the heart.

Look at your face in the pond and question who you are, your inner voice will scream the truth.

The justice of my sickle will destroy the darkness.

Milza López, extracted from the Poisoned Arrow and other texts, 2007.

"Aurora and Asphyxia" FREE for Kindle **Limited time** + Quote from the book

Today we present the new book "Aurora and Asphyxia" totally FREE to download, so you can read this shor reading prose collection wherever you are. 

This is a very fast reading book you may enjoy alone or with your friends, full of interesting quotes, letters and poetry writen as prose. I really hope you have a nice time with this new release. The FREE offer will be available just during limited time, so hurry up and get a good weekend reading "Auroa and Asphyxia". By now, I give this quote taken from the book.

If you want a longer book to read with poetry writen in verses, don't forget "Heaven" is still free to download in Kindle Edition and the Paperback version is already on sale at Createspace and Amazon. 

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Hugs and greetings from Chile, 

Milza L.

Traveling

In these days I feel as if I was traveling, even when physically I am not, I surf with my soul separated. Is not that I believe in this soul thing, but is a kind of way to speak about what we have inside. 

I dreamed about him, we were traveling in the very same train, and it was delicately decorated in vintage style, it was like traveling to past. 

Obviously there was no happy ending then, everything went confused even though the train was traveling in a straight line, everything was overwhelming surely because I found him, and there was no real me, but an antique version of myself, like the train.

I was remembering everything when I woke up, I remembered in a so living way that I thought I didn't need to write it. When I closed my eyes again the dreams walked away in the middle of the smoke, opening the way once again to chaos and confusion of that place where we are and we are not. 

The traveling partners that we are and not without even talk, so many years after the focused and reiterated habit. So much has happened in black and white from our arrogant portraits of our unlimited youth. 

Now, no train is going to drive us to past, no platform will recieve our bodies, no car is the past that in some other lives we swore to lose, no treasure will go to float after the fall of our ship.

Milza L.