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. 

If you want to download more posters, wallpapers or more quotes, remember cheking our Pinterest site, as we update several times per day!!  

Hugs and greetings from Chile, 

Milza L.

Workshop of Loneliness

I guess that phrase defines most of my entire life, I think I have spent structuring my very own Workshop were Loneliness is being built and modeled, gets defined with hands and attitudes, gets sculpted and notched with the thoughts, gets cultivated from iced seeds and gets water from the frost, gets painted in every picture and every peace of lost paper. 
Loneliness has been under-rated socially, like there is something wrong with it, like it lacks from beauty the hermit's heart that has built catapults to throw away his pain like dusty rocks over the horizon. The world is more lonely than ever. The screens embrace us and draw sounds that make us believe in distant ghosts. 

Photograph by Milza López, taken in Santiago, Chile. Copyright 2014.

"I know still isn't over, but my inner duel is like you never arrived to my life. I am right here like the lonely bird that bites its own wings, get wet in the nest under the rain, in the stem under the canopy that has lost its foliage"

 

That's how begins my prose called "Workshop of Loneliness". I would love to translate from spanish and publish for free in Amazon, but I'm not sure if anyone would ever read it. 

Soon, I am shooting Heaven, wich is my book of dark poems in Amazon. You can pre-order this book here. 

Nice weekend for all these silent readers, and comment if you have something to say!