TRANSPARENT

1

She holds in her hands a dark rose .

She enters the shack ,wounded and weak .She fled the war.

She walked upon the water like an old saint in her country.

She sends drones like huge birds to kill specific people.

She changes sexes inside the damaged and old shack.Now is a man.

After an hour she is pregnant ,a baby comes ,now again is a man.

In the morning has a long beard, his legs are big ,in an awful condition.

He returns back to his home but his mother is not there .

He remembers her so clear like the high resolution of TV.

Is it  a dream?

He remembers his mother as a war on TV.Broadcasting live .And the spectators eating slowly their food .They don’t have to talk. 

Is it a nightmare? 

And he/she/it struggles to find another person to share his/her/its love inside the old shack.

Because is love .A long long tail with a tongue, long as the distance from the earth to the mountains 

of a distant star .

Is this dark cloth in front my eyes -that projects the deep space - the Reality?

2

He is sitting in an undefined space.

he can’t move, 

he feels like a rotten bone.

Did he come for a purpose?

He doesn’t know.

Now he greets familiar faces.

Now he remembers .

He is there for his mother’s funeral.

His eyes are two thunders that illuminate the room.

He feels happy greeting the old familiar faces even though he is here because of a death.

Some of the siblings are already dead.

The time is changing rapidly.

He is changing also .Ages.

Νow is a teenager, he has lots of pimples in his nose and in the ass.

Now he is a baby alone in the room.Nude without a sheet to enshroud it.

Now he is really old and weak.

Close to death.He is sleeping now in a hospital room.

Ιn his dreams speaks to the one and only voice.

“I adore your existence ,I can sacrifice my life for your voice.

Like others did it in the past .Maybe they beheaded them because of you.

You have a human voice that can cure everyone ,you can free every soul that lives 

in this dark era.

But i adore you because I know that you are not a human, you don’t have a religion

you are something else more than the existence.

I love you because you were before all of this 

and  you have the power 

to born 

and then to destroy.”

Now he is dead .
Dead cannot dream.

3

He is standing in a wall .

His head is wounded terrible.

There is a big wound on the back .

Slowly the skin relents.

He is changing face,

and slowly a body.

Now he is a nude girl with wounds and scratches .

Her skin is dry.

She speaks about  a war,

She was in this war.

Inside her black eyes we can see, 

a gleaming dove also wounded.

Now the girl is losing  its skin ,the muscles and bones .

Now it is a small dove,

the  wounded dove of her eyes, tries to stand up,

but it cannot walk or fly.  

It is close to death .

The dove turns its head.Its watching us.

In it’s dark small eye we can see it’s  query about this dark era,

that dropped its weightless soul into the rubbish.

The small eye of the dove is a huge rubbish dump,

that  worms eating diapers ,diaries ,snacks, rotten vegetables and cockroaches, digesting eggs and hair and condoms ,nails and guns.
And then more deep in the heart of this repulsive mass ,
we can see,
a newborn baby that struggles  to confront the new world.

4 

She lives in the woods.

Alone.She is starving.

The last days she feeds her self with small lizards.

But the biggest problem is not the starvation.

Is her feelings.

She cannot control her anger and her fears,

her unlimited joy that disappears violently when she needs it.

Her head touches the tree.

Feelings conquer her mind.

She cannot fit in the forest.

Now she is really angry, she is hitting the tree ,she bites it with urge.

Her gums are starting to bleed.

Pieces of her teeth are falling on the ground.

She cannot control the situation.

Now fear comes and mingles with anger.

The blood from her nose covers her face like a mask.
She continues to hit the tree with her head until the tree breaks.
All her memories are deliberate from the tree like dust.

She remembers her parents.Her mother in the kitchen and all the appliances that they helped her to have a comfort life.
All these are now broken or dead.

Her pulse is growing.

Now she is running fast.The trees hide something from her .

It is haunting her now.

Like the memory of the burnt house.

She is running so fast that her footpads are bleeding.

But she doesn’t feel the pain.

The pain for her is something enjoyable and incubus at the same time.

No she bites her hand.

She snarls like a wild predator.

Now ecstasy comes.

Her eyes are big and glooming in the dark.

Her mouth is wide open,

she speaks to the one and great voice.

“In the kindness of your voice, i beg you, talk to me ,sing for me to forget

 not to feel, transform me , please, in a column of Salt to stay forever silent and still,

I beg you”.

Silence.

No one speaks.

But the girl is laughing hard.

She is digging with her hands a big hole.

Now she is in.She covers her body.

Now only the head is visible.

A head above the soil.

In the woods, laughing and screaming .

And the mouth spills dust and froth.

5

She is ready to drop the blazing bottle to the World.

The bottle contains all the dangerous minds like flammable gases

that can burn everything.She is changing weapons like clothes in a fashion show.

She has the eyes of the Workers.
Now her eyes reflect a machine that brakes coil.

And the fire illuminates the street.

Now she is the Weapon.

An amagalm from the deadliest steel and iron and kerosene 
all these materials that they took the life of many..

She is breasting the enemy with fire.

Cause she has the Voice to speak about the rights of her Nature.

Of her beautiful mother with the enormous roots.

Of a beautiful father with the hands swollen by the Hammer.

This memory of her parents -strong like an unbreakable stone-

keeps her active.

The baby that lives inside a carton box.

The eyes that escaped form a war.

The legs that running everyday upon hot asphalt to carry goods.

All of this images are burning inside her fire .

They keep her active.

She gains so much power from the oppressed and now she is ready.

Till the last bottle,

that may falls on the corporative big Head.