Masquerades at the Palace of Oblivion
In a meeting, strangely the 7 personalities of my alter ego gathered, apparently someone had invited them to this forgotten palace.
Chaos reigned, and while I was walking towards the main room I began to observe each one of my personalities:
Two of them argued about who was going to control my body, the first had a sensible look and spoke with pride, the other did not seem to be very sane, delirius would be one way to describe him.
The guy who was sitting at the main table shouted: – Is this a party? Where are the women
Another person who seemed to be into his reading, said with a hint of annoyance.
– why is that you can not have fun without women? what a simple man
– Go back to your books where you live stories of others, I plan to make my own story
– answered a third party, who seemed to be attentive to everything that was happening
around him and at the same time he was looking for a way out.
A fourth personality appeared moaning with exhaustion: – Well I’ve already walked through all the corridors of this palace,
What could be my next conquest… maybe swimming 20 times along the pool… and then… – His voice trailed off as he continued on his way.
I followed my path and I found an individual who was trapped in the creation of a painting, the passion overwhelmed his being.
But there was a touch of frustration that dissipated from time to time. The love for art was palpable but he seemed to have an internal battle between him and his demons.
Suddenly a feeling of being prey invaded my body, there was a being in the shadows. he had a dangerous look, his eyes were fire and seemed to consume all light. There was no good or evil in this man, just a thirst to take whatever his soul desired.
the last of them was a loner lost in his thoughts, looking at the crescent moon. He could be heard whispering;
– as above so below , so far and at the same time so close, how will I capture your essence? – seemed plunged into a strange romantic melancholy.
I realized the intentions of the organizer of this event, because in the ballroom there was a mask with 9 holes…
He wanted to unify my personalities and mask my madness.
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En una reunion, extrañamente se congregaron las 9 personalidades de mi alter ego, al parecer alguien las habia invitado a este palacio olvidado.
El caos reinada, y mientras iba caminando hacia la sala principal comence a observar a cada una una de mis personalidades:
Dos de ellas discutian sobre quien iba a controlar mi cuerpo, la primera tenia una mirada sensata y hablaba con orgullo, la otra no parecia estar muy cuerda, delirante seria una manera de describirla.
El sujeto que estaba sentado en la mesa principal grito: – Esto es una fiesta? donde estan las mujeres
A lo que le contesto otro que parecia estar metido en su lectura:
– es que no puedes divertirte sin mujeres? que hombre tan simple –
– regresa a tus libros donde vives historias de otros, yo planeo hacer mi propia historia – le respondio un tercero, que parecia estar atento a todo lo que sucedia al rededor y al mismo tiempo que buscaba una salida.
Una cuarta personalidad aparecio gimiendo de cansancio: – bien ya recorri todos los pasillos de este palacio, mi siguiente conquista sera… nadar 20 veces a lo largo de la picina.. y luego… – Se perdia su voz mientras seguia su camino.
Segui mi camino y me encontre con un individuo que se le veia atrapado en la creacion de una pintura, la pasion desvordaba de su ser. Pero habia un toque de frustracion que se disipaba de vez en cuando. El amor por el arte era palpable pero parecia tener una batalla interna entre el y sus demonios.
De repente una sensacion de ser una presa invadio mi cuerpo, habia un ser entre las sombras. tenia una mirada peligrosa, sus ojos eran fuego y parecian consumir toda la luz. No habia mal ni bien en este hombre, solo una sed de tomar cualquise que fuera lo que su alma deseara
el ultimo de ellos, era un solitario perdido en sus pensamientos, mirando la luna creciente. Se le oia susurrar; – lo que esa rriba tambien abajo, tan lejos y a la vez tan cerca, como hare para capturar tu escencia? – parecia sumido en una extraña melancolia romantica.
Me di cuenta de las intenciones del organizador de este evento, pues en el salon de baile habia una mascara con 9 orificios… queria unificar mis personalidades y enmascarar mi locura.
My own Dimension 