Anelia Origins

She was standing at the highest rock of Sungraze peak,cowering in the mids of some bushes,the concentrated jade gaze giving a solemn expression to her sunbathed face,the long hair shining in orange tones with the touch of the dawn,waving furiously with the wind, the braids surrounding her forehead like a crown. A hand in the blade, another at the bow. The nature's whispers still singing inside her head. Anelia is part of a family of Farstriders, the Goldleafs. Like the name sugest, each one of them remember us of the late Autumn, their hairs shining in tones of gold and fire, remembering the Autumn falling leafs. And every single one of them seems to born already with hunter skills and some bravery and nobility of heart, having conquered this way a solid position among the Farstriders of Quel’thalas. Anelia was not an exception to this rule. She received her training in combat and hunting with the Farstriders, showing great talent for the career. Tough her destiny was to be influenced by a peculiar member that became part of her House sometime before she was born. And why we say peculiar? Well, you can’t say is very common, when knocking at a Silvermoon’s typical home, to be received by a huge female tauren with big pacient blue eyes. This tauren name was Kyita. Seems that, somehow in their adventures, Anelia’s parents managed to do a great deed, rescuing Kyita’s family from some kind of tragedy, and therefore the humble and good intentioned tauren followed the Goldleafs to Silvermoon, swearing them loyalty, in order to somehow repay the favour that had save her and her offspring. When Anelia got age enough to think about this things, she never understood how could a tauren accept this kind of living, taking care of bratz like her and her little brother, only leaving their home to visit family once in a week or month depending on the weather’s mood. Nevertheless seems that Kyita also didn’t understood how could a bloodelf have Anelia’s characteristics. From early age she was quiet and witty, not very talented in the words field, she always spoke little, most of the times just to say something she considered essential for the occasion. Of course there were exceptions, with Kyita and her son Leafbreeze (that stayed several times at Goldleaf’s to visit his mother and play with Anelia) she could very talkative. Even if she liked to do some magical tricks (like lighting the fireplace without touching it or making disappear her brother’s shoes) she never felt obsessed with it. Her interests were more to observe the wild nature, knowing every plant, tree and animal, watch them, being amongst them. In bear form Kyita patiently rode the little Anelia trough the fields, telling her about the secret properties of the plants and flowers, pointing her a bloodthistle here, a mageroyal there, and didn’t even got upset if the little kid jumped on top of her, enthusiastic about a new animal she found out or a new flower she picked to put on her long fire hair. With time the druidess understood Anelia deserved to receive a sample of the nature knowledge and powers Kyita possessed. And so, she teached the young one new forms of using her Sindorei magic, converting the arcane to nature spells, capable of mending, taming and understanding animals, their true nature and soul, providing her with knowledge to communicate with the nature’s beings, with the wild itself. As time passed by, Anelia was frequently seen followed by animals: simple animals, strange animals, innocent animals or fierce animals. The little kid just brought everything she found interesting to her little home in the corner of Farstrider square, driving her parents mad, while the druid smiled secretly from the kitchen, while preparing her mysterious teas, to the doorsteps where Anelia talked in some secret language with the company of the day. One day she brought a Dragonhawk home wich she named Firesong, and settled without expeditions for a while, fascinated with the fire breath and spells the animal seemed to have, but it wouldn’t lasted long. During their journeys to the forest, or in tales and lullabies told before bedtime Kyita told Anelia all the wonders of kalimdor, about her tribe and Mulgore, and the other races that had their ancestral home in that continent, like Night elf druids, for whom Kyita seemed to hold great respect. Anelia got very intrigued how could Tauren and Night elfs druids still hold respect for each other even if being part of different factions? That race seemed to be possessor of great beauty and to respect Nature in the same way as Tauren, having racial traits in common with her own kind, like the song said: the Queldorei were the children of the Moon and stars and the Sindorei the children of the Sun… Her curiosity was growing day by day, growing bigger then the halls of Silvermoon. And so the seasons changed and the circle of life cycled, until she was considered a young woman and achieved a semi-respectable rank among the Farstriders. During all the time of training and expeditions into the wild Ghostlands, her body shaped with muscles, the perception became accurate, the mind focused on her surroundings and her movements gained a touch of agility, typical only of the wild cats that roamed that lands. She woke up one day with a strong conviction in her spirit, jumped from the bed and turned to the west window, where the Sun was borning at the horizon, saluting it. At her closet a bright new leather armor was guarded, offered by the Farstriders as reward of a new level achieved in the academy, and 2 shimmering daggers where shining from the inside of her drawer. She picked all the equipment and got dressed, carefully like she was preparing for a ritual. In her backpack she putted bandages, eggs, meat, fruits, potions and warm cloths. The quiver filled with razor arrows. Some moments after she was already cimbling down the window with an agility practiced for years, her journey to Kalimdor had begun. The plan was visiting Mulgore and then taking the gold road that would lead her trough the green forests of Ashenvale, further to the darshores where she could find a boat to the fisherelfs village of Rutheran, the bridge with Teldrassill and the mighty city of Darnassus, and ultimately, to the misteries beyond it (that if the map she stole from Kyita’s chest was well drawn). When she set foot on the road she turned back to gaze her peacefull home in the corner of farstrider square, and recited an old druidish prayer in her head (the one her nanny used everytime Anelia, his brother or Leafbreeze got hurt) and asked to the Sun in low voice to shine upon her family while she was gone… if she ever returned… Even today, besides knowing about Anelia’s iron will and smartness, they don’t understand how she survived to such journey, from Ogrimmar to Teldrassil, into the enemy’s dangerous territory. But she brought the proof of her achievement when arriving home 1 month and 3 weeks later. With almost no clothes remaining , just a poor dirty linen shirt with holes, too big for her size, covering not much below her waistline, a smaller pack seemingly empty, no quiver no bow, yet a small shining dagger still hanging from her (now looking old) belt. Covered by scratches from her feet to the delicate skin of her face, now with freckles and bathed from the sun she would seem like a homeless bad treated being if it wasn’t the fiery glint at her eyes, giving a glow of pride to her expression, and a strange owl standing calmly at her shoulder. This owl must had been on of the rarest animals that ever set foot to Silvermoon, its eyes a mix of intelligence and comprehension, transcendent of an wild animal. Specially Kyita noticed difference in it, like the difference in the bear or cat druids when they shapeshift and maintain the wise gaze, tough outside it appeared like a Night elf owl, dark grey with a touch of blue. Who could know what it really was? Only Anelia, and that one didn’t opened her mouth much to speak about the journey, unless to tell news to Kyita from her tribe. Since she got back the owl only stopped following her to disappear among the night to secret destinations. Anelia can usually be seen speaking to the bird in a soft and sweet tone, that most of the people that know her never heard before, that tone seems to only exist for the owl, the one she calls Drustan.

Speesteel Rapier Part I

The sky of Stranglethorn Valley was clear blue and the apple she was biting tasty. Drustan was exploring the sand.
Anelia was calmly observing the horizon and the sea surface with her experienced eyes, with luck, she would spot some animal to hunt for their meal. Although what caught her attention wasn’t a prey, but a silvery intensive shine coming trough the water near the beach edge, where the sea meats the sand.
She got up all the sudden to inspect the glowing object. Nothing could be wasted at these hard times. Getting near the bank she leaned forward to look at it – oh and what a delightful surprise for her eyes! – a smile invaded her face when they met the shining blade, stringed in the sand, half submersed was an elegant crafted rapier, appearing new and in good shape. She pulled it out immediately to appreciate it better outside the water. A strange blue glow was spinning around the extremity of the blade. She picked the apple she was previously eating, from the ground, throwing it in the air, making the rapier swirl the air in multiple directions, with amazing speed. Millesimal seconds after the apple became not much more than dust.
Still looking with an hypnotized expression at the magnificent weapon, a ray of light shined upon its surface, making tiny characters craved on it visible to the eye. Anelia narrowed her eyes, in an attempt to read them, but with no success, the characters were not from any language she knew. She was still thinking about this when a strange singing arrived to her pointy ears...

Ohhhhh... fifteen Mounds on a dead man's chest
Yoo-hoo-hoo, and a bottle o' Tums
Twix and the Snickers had done for the rest
Yoo-hoo-hoo, and a bottle o' Tums
Yoo-hoo-hoo! - and a bottle o' Tums

She turned again to the sea and gazed at the ship that had arrived to the coast, how could she had been so distracted? Tilting her head to the side she went back to pick her backpack and eyeglass, wich she used to observe the crew of the approaching ship - humans dressed with swashbucklers, buccaneers, three-pointed hats and red bandanas – the Bloodsail Bucanneers.
Her ears flapped a bit more as she tried to understand the discussion two of them were having, which wasn’t hard since this man liked to scream instead of talk:

First voice- "Look! She has somethin' shinin' at her hands!"
Second voice- "What be it she have thar?"
Third Voice- "Captain be t' cutlas!"

As the last one said this, a little tumult went trough the ship and a group of sailors spread and picked some boats, apparently they were very interested to arrive fast at the beach where Anelia was standing.
Noticing this, she putted back the eyeglass into her bag, and replaced the sword hanging at her belt by the speed steel rapier, throwing the old one to the sea. With a fast sprint she dwelled into the vast vegetation of Stranglethorn Valley jungle, stopping eventually to leave some traps on the way. Her intuition was telling her that there was some mystery connected to that sword, one she was supposed to discover, not just because of weapon’s fascination, or the amazing looks of the rapier, but also due to the great power that seemed to eradicate from it. Even extremely rational and straightforward she still believed in destiny.
She ran more and more into the depths of the jungle, until meeting a large wall of ancient stone, standing there blocking her way. This wall had a fountain, the water coming out of it trough the mouth of a strange stone sculpted creature, perhaps a Naga bust. Anelia bended over to drink the water, was so thirsty after all that running and only realized how tired she was when she stopped. Doing this, she got aware of a recess, in the stone, that easily could go unnoticed, just the perfect place to hide a weapon like that. The recess was big enough for her delicate tiny hand and the rapier, but not much else. “Must be faith indeed” she thought. Looking around the clearing, she found a pair of tree roots covered by leafs. There she laid and camouflaged herself, if they would come she would be ready. But much time passed and the danger seemed gone, her eyes begun to feel heavy…very heavy, and her body claimed or rest…
-“Ahoy! little elf!"
-"Come on, rise and shine! Wake up gin'er lass!"
She opened one eye, still confused if what was happening was part of the dream or reality. A human dressed in a slight better way than the rest, with an admiral hat was standing in front of her, staring her down. Unfortunately the poking from his sword pierce made her sure the vision was very real. Anelia stretched herself and calmly gazed at him, inspecting him from the head to the feet, with a cold, focused look. Checking an enemy fast for weak spots was one of her best qualities. She also noticed Drustan was observing the scene from a treetop, like a trustful guardian.
-"I think ye have somethin' that belong t' us!"- The pirate was walking in circles. -“Yet we searched your bags and we didn't found that cutlas you were holdin' near t' beach edge! Where did ye find it? Speak lass or you'll have t' consequences! Catch me drift?”
Anelia replied in a cool, contained tone – “I have no sword, I threw it to the sea, right at the place where you spotted me, and ran here in case your intentions weren’t the best towards me. Apparently I was right. The only thing I have with me are this clothes, my back pack and the owl, think it was capable of swelling it?” – She raised an eyebrow and stared at him with a provoking look. The rest of the filthy crew that stand behind him, exploded with laughs.
The man with black long jacket and admiral hat replied with a surprised expression – “Shiver me timbers! T' little elf be a good liar and think she be smart! If it wasn't your looks I would say your one o' us!"
As he ended this sentence he approached a sitting Anelia to hold her chin with one hand, turning it gently, inspecting her face for a moment, while she tried to hide the repugnance she was feeling. - "Beautiful specimen we have here, long time since I saw one o' those… Ah t' much time in t' sea…" – The man let out a long deep sigh.- "But well, if you ain't gonna talk, I don't have time t' loose, torturin' you here. Take her Seadog! We will be aft at this shores later. Now t' t' sea! Avast!"
- “Yes Cap’tain!” – replied the sailor and took her as a sack over his shoulder.
- “What are you doing?! I have nothing of yours! I did nothing, I’m innocent!”- Anelia strived, but Seadog seemed immune to her nails and bites. Unarmed she couldn’t escape, plus they were too many for both her and Drustan. The loyal owl followed her all the way, and she only lost the sight of it when a hammer reached her head and she passed out. Seems that her screams and protest had been too much for the crew.

When she woke up again, with a huge headache she found herself inside a boat, surrounded by the sea and the rude Bloodsail buccaneers singings:
“A Buccaneers' life is exciting and bold,It is a charming story that ought to be told
As I sit on the deck, to write me memoir
I open me log and write AR AR AR AR”
Yet, she had recovered her coolness. Giving little steps she got near the board, leaning her arms over it. With a bored and helpless expression she observed her surroundings. Drustan was still there, standing at the top of the sail, he would never leave her. But where the hell were they?
While she was still submersed within her thoughts, crossing possibilities and making plans of getting out of there, a rough drunken voice screams “Land cap’tain! Land!”, making a claim rise all over the ship. Anelia narrowed her eyes, trying to see the place the man with the dumb face was pointing at: there it was , an island surrounded by mists…
She gazed back at the corner where she was dumped asleep, strangely as it seemed, the backpack was still there. A grin born upon her face. “How far could the human stupidity go by underestimate a pretty face?”

And the pirate singing continued celebrating the approaching of land…

And it's yo ho ho And it's hoist the sail high
"Swab the deck";, says the captain The crew says "AYE. AYE!";
Avast me hearties, you're the finst by far
We sail the high seas with our Arr Arr Arr Arr
We'll shiver me timbers , it's Arr Arr Arr Arr

[IC] Speedsteel rapier - part 2

Part 2

When the ship dropped anchor near the shores of the strange island, Drustan set flight immediately to a treetop of the nearby the beach.
Anelia was already tied up once they noticed she has awakened. This time a clumsy bloodsail bucanneer was getting near her, pulling her up from the wooden deck floor and making her walk in front of him- "Now you be goin' t' behave well, aren't you miss? Else me might have t' use t' wooden stick again!"- Anelia just made a disgusted face and mumbled “Like I have an option…”
The tribulation, composed by not more than 15 men, got inside boats and sailed to land pretty fast, seemed they were used to it, and wanted to hurry. Anelia got inside the boat with the human that seemed to be their Captain, Deadeye John, they were calling him. As they were sailing to land he told her with a smirk upon his face -"Well, well gin'er lass, now we be going to meet someone that can make a good use o' you, I bet she be anxious t' meet you aswell!”.
She tilted her head to the side and raised and eyebrow – “What do you mean?”
"You will see darlin', you will see."
As they approached, the beach the mists gradually disappeared and soon landscape shapes could be seen. Sand and vegetation were pretty much like Stranglethorn Valley, which made her believe they weren’t that far. All the tribulation seemed a bit scared and caution, saying prayers and holding talismans, looking around in multiple directions and gazing deeply into the sea underneath them, like if trying to protect from something. Seeing those brutes as scared as her, pleased and intrigued her at same time.
When they set foot on land… a scary surprise made her go cold to the bone… On the beach edge, a group of five bestial Naga Myrmidons were standing, seemingly expecting them. Anelia almost fainted, yet the clumsy Seadog was still pushing her forward along with the crew. Once they approached enough, the Naga leaded them way to the tribe’s camp, always staring Anelia down, with their cold empty eyes.
At the camp another group of Naga was waiting… this time constituted mostly by females, her accessories and staffs defined them as sorcerers. In the middle of them a sand throne chair, where a proud Sea Witch was sitting. She was taller than the rest and instead of hair, she had a nest of thin, twining snakes, her skin colors were purple and pink on the contrasting with the greenish blue of the rest of the tribe.
With a sly kick on the back of her knee, the Captain John Deadeye made Anelia kneel in front of this figure and spoke:
"Lady Scarscale… I brought you a gift, a bein' full o' magic, an offer hopin' t' repay your gentleness o' lettin' us sail in your sea."
Lady Scarscale hissed “ You can call me Ssserena, human.”, the Sea witch who seemed to be the leader of that tribe, got up from her throne, walked down torwards Anelia, pating her face afterwards, in a gesture that seemed more arrogance than caring. Anelia gazed hypnotized into the creature eyes. “To your kind wassssn’t yet denied the beauty… oh ssooo much power and magic I sence in you…”
Power, magic? How could she have that, she was a simple hunter who knew about simple things! A chill flew trough her spine.
Serena Scarscale glanced over the Captain – “Good job human… did you brought the dusssst aswell?”
“Aye, aye M'lady, me crew has everythin' starboard here!"- As the captain made a sign some of the crew started to bring cargo and distributing it to the eager Naga people. When they opened the sacs and checked the contempt (they were known to be a stingy kind) their faces enlightened as many types of magical dust glowed among their multiple hands and tentacles.
Anelia was perplexed with fear and the oddness of that situation, she didn’t wanted to think what they would do with that dust or with her, but many hypothesis danced inside her head.
“But.. M’lady… “- John Deadeye coughed. – ,"Erm… When we found the little elf we were almost sure, aye she was holdin'.. erm… T' Paladin rapier… Ye know t' one .. eh..”
Scarscaled hissed “ What… The dead paladin ssssword?? The ritual ssssword that we thought it wassss losssst? Where issss it?
The Bloodsails captain was extremely embarrassed "Well.. t' elfie didn’t had it with her.. we didn’t found it, and we thought it was more urgent comin' here.. and brin'in' t' dust as soon as possible.. We tougth your people could always torture her here later t' find out its location.." – Anelia felt the pirate behind her, stop breathing.
Scarscaled hissed, this time the face disfigured by grief “Imbecil humans! Can’t do anything in perfection!” – her expression softened. “Hmm.. but thinking well,this time I forgive you. Your rude manners of torturing could had hurted her in ways she would not fit our rituals anymore.”
John Deadeye released a deep sigh of relief, and continued to breathe normally.
She looked again to Anelia “ And you are going to be a good girl and tell me all about that ssssword later..” a sadistic grin appeared upon Serena face, that turned afterwards to one of her Naga Royal guards – “Take her to the Misty cave!”
Anelia legs trembled when she got up, the fear and the humid tentacle pulling her arm was making it difficult to walk as all the thirsty Naga eyes staring at her. She looked up, sad and helpless, to the treetop where she knew Drustan was observing all the scene, and looked again to the floor. Now she could only wait… no point in resist, everything there was much more powerful than her…
The Naga Royal guards led her to a strange cave forged in the edge of the beach and jungle, it almost seemed made of ice rocks, but soon she noticed it was an illusion. They threw her inside into the hard floor, and a Naga siren conjured a magical shield to seal the entrance. Anelia crawled inside, putting her back against some pointy rocks, at least she could try to loose the rope around her. While doing this she looked to the cave ceiling, some meters up… many meters up was a hole, like a crater, she could see the sky at dusk, the night was almost falling.
As she got rid of the rope, she cowered, hugging herself like in a shell, leaning her head over her bended legs, she closed her eyes and cried until Morpheus arrived.


Laid on the floor Anelia was sleeping a dreamless sleep, the moon shining trough the crater, giving a pale illumination to her face. All was silent until a bird sound disturbed its peace. Drustan had arrived… he would never leave her. As he set foot into solid ground, a first shapeshift occurred, and a cat prowled elegantly to where Anelia was laying, licking gently her sleepy face. She woke up all the sudden, but with a wide smile back on her lips “Drustan!”
The cat did a second transformation and this time a well built long haired Night elf, marked with several tribal tattoos, appeared in front of her eyes. Her face became docile as she gazed into his yellow eyes.
He fondled her face and hair in silence, giving her a kiss, soft and at the same time strong. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”
Anelia shook her head, giving in his embrace, in a lasting hug.
“We need to leave this place, I heard them speaking.. they plan to use for a ritual…one that I’m afraid that could drain your life away…”
She mumbled “I noticed… but how can I get out of here…? I don’t have wings like yours…”. He gave back a twisted smile “Maybe you can use mine”. He let go of her slowly and turned his back, leaning to the floor, picking something. “This same rope with wich they tied you up, if it’s still in good conditions we can use it.That crater above is large enough for us to pass. So, shall we climb?.” - he waved the rope at her and smirked.
“Smarty pants”, she mocked. “Alright I want to get out of here as soon as possible, but... where will we go? There is sea all around!"
“I explored the island, there is a part of it that isn't occupied by Naga, it seems desert and there are caves inside the big rocks that form the shores. We must seize the night, when I could help you run a bit faster, and you would hide there during the day. My transportation priviliges aren't enough to take you out of the island I'm afraid..." - he glanced down - "But I did recover your backpack and weapon, the rest of provisions I’ll hunt once we achieve our destiny. You may have to spend a day or 2 there by yourself... for the first time in a long time." - His glance met her eyes again , with a worried expression.
“I'll only be a woman if I'll capable of surviving without you. Your company should be to make life brighter, not to suport my own life.”

He smiled in silence, no words were neaded.

“Now fly…and throw me the rope, I’ll do as you told me.”

And so they did, they got up the crater, and went down the hill, after picking Anelia belongings, they ran and ran, until Anelia was too tired to go on, and Drustan had to take her on his back in his cat form. They achieved the sea caves almost at dawn break.
“Anelia… it seems already too late, you will have to do the rest, be carefull of those waters the Naga live underneath it aswell…”- he sighed deeply while pondering the next words. - "I''ll do my best to gather adventurers to come here... but here's when our cultural problems begin... and our secret might have to be unveiled. Will be hard someone from where I belong to help a bloodelf... and to comunicate with your kind without being erradicated would be a rare achievment. My hope lies in the Taurens of Moonglade, the only from your faction in whom I can trust."
Anelia grumped. “It will have to do…but I still have my own resources you know....” - She laughed at herself inside thinking "Ye sure... you could beat both the bloodsail bucaneers and the Naga alone. You're the wonderelf."
Drustan eyed her with skepticism, frowning - "Right...". She giggled, and he smiled widely in return.

“Before I go…” - Drustan took something from his bags, a entwined crown of wild flowers - “Because a owl doesn’t have much to do during the day without its huntress…” - he blushed.
Anelia giggled and also blushed when Drustan placed the crown over her head, framing the long autumn hair perfectly. “Thank you my l...”, She suddendly stopped speaking, held his hand and made him follow.
She laid on a long rock, and he laid behind her, embracing Anelia’s slim body. The sound of waves and sea creatures echoed trough the cave. She turned her face to gaze at him, patting his long white stardust hair and said “One witch to get us together… and one sea-witch to get us apart…”
He gave her one last long kiss before the sun appeared in the horizon “No, my love… once the Gods merged us together in one, there is nothing that can break us apart.”
She smiled in the dark, and as the first ray of light started to invade the hidden cave, she felt his body shrinking, the touch of feathers, and a bird setting flight…

The rain drops crawl over my face.
You gaze, thinking you see tears,
but even with them mixtured with rain,
I'm stronger than it seems.
The sun will shine for us once more,one day,
I'll be there, you will by my side.
We will fullfil the impossible dreams.
The universe will embrace us again,
infinite as your smile,
and here you will stay.

Beneath the scars of my oblivion moon
there is a place where we will meet each other soon.
The pain we inflict to each other draw us near
In eac other arms it will disappear
The veiled black of the twilight skies
reminds me the darkness in your eyes
the thousand daggers in your kiss
it will be my doom and today, my bliss.

I sit by the lake with my grief and sorrow
looking at the depths , all its hollow
i burned myself with this obsession
Trough constant hunts
the pain become addiction
I wodner if im the cat or the mouse
I wonder if I'll ever say
the words i really wished to pronounce
I wonder if im the pray or the hunter
i wonder if I show the whole truth,
would all fall under.

For thousand years you ran trough my blood.
For thousand years I look for your scent
trough this hunt,
in the forest i am blunt
When i smell your blood.

Between delicate curtains of silk
you disappear in front of my eyes
And each time you pass
i see a diferent side
wondering about the thing you hide
explosions in hte sky announce the end near
and i just wanna know you
before I'll have to disappear.

Im naked motionless on the cold ground
a fragile piece of a glass statue.
The moon shines upon my skin,
trough hte well opening.
It's cold here.
I'm starving.
My soul can't move from fear and hopelessness,
my eyes are dead as glass.
Besides the horror
in the deepness of my soul resides a dream,
taht had feed me trough all this days,
the hope for you to come and save me.

Im a ghost of this waters,
A ghost of this forest, a ghost of this mist
How could the wheel give such a twist
yesterday i was a fair happy maiden
now im the ash of a forsaken.
My heart lies lifeless on the ground.
Crushed by the distance of this bound.
Why, why can't I have your company.
when oyu are hte only thing i see.
Your touch my only desire,
the only thing with which I can't attire.

Clouds

Cloud hair,
Girl with the cloud hair,
Swing, swing, in the swing of yours
The clouds surround you
like dust from running horses,
Swing, swing, in that swing of yours,
The bright blue skies,
that embrace your play,
Make us cry, just to rush your sway,
Spin, Spin, cloud hair girl,
In that innocent melodic swirl,
Swing, swing, to light up the wind!
Maybe if you are fast enough,
You can fly with one wing...
Swing, swing, cloud hair girl!
Don't look behind,
Don't ever fall,
Our we loose our skies,
And you ruin it all...
Swing swing, big eyed girl,
With your swing
the world keeps the swirl.

Avalon

Night falls in blueberry tones
Avalon, Avalon...
Have we ever heard your song?
Avalon, Avalon...
Did we ever listened to?
Did we ever remained quietly enough?
Were we ever brave enough...
To look inside,
To gaze within,
To the fortress that we build?
Where we ever true enough?
Avalon, Avalon...
To look inside and see it all...
Avalon, Avalon,
The promised land to clean it all,
To wash away the scars of faith,
To wave our pale dusty ghosts goodbye,
Avalon, Avalon...
we question with sad eyes,
gazing up into the skies,
Can you really hold our cry?
Avalon, Avalon...
Will we be able to hear your song?
Stepping out of the nightshades
and twilight,
will we be able to find our home
into the daylight?

Neverland

And her hair still exhales
that scent of an endless Autumn
One where he never left,
One when he stayed with her
To feel the kisses of the sun
The Autumn where they became one
Where he sang soft melodies
with his lips close to her hear,
while she felt his breath,
In their golden bed,
covered by the silk sheets
of Neverland...

Give me wings

Would that I had wings such as yours
that I could fly unto that realm wherein you dwell,
that realm of you alone, with the scent of roses
that you keep hidden from me...
Do your scars still hurt when I fondle them?
I long for your smile,
and for your hidden glance
Would that you give me sugar wings
that I could fly with you?
unto that realm of you alone...
Where you could share your hiding places and treasures

...and where we'd find that we would never die, as we die
within each other...

Under the deepness of the seas,
Sirens cry their melodies...
Sisters of night,
they sink the ones less bright
Over impossible destinies
that sailors seek
They just look for whom to peek,
While the white horses
roam into waves,
Sirens come to the surface,
To lure their preys,
With sadness and hope,
dwelling in their
big blue eyes,
They promise love,
under the ceiling of twilight.

Golden Autumn

Its Autumn now,
the golden leafs fall softly,
hoving melodically in the pleasant breeze,
i look up and over the treetop,
Sunbeams descend to caress my cold face.
The forest around me just whisper silence and peace,
Calm to a confused heart.
The foliage that covers the ground
forms a promising bed.
I gaze at it, thinking that I could lay there forever.
Just hearing the silence and being bathed by the sun,
Nurishing dreams of a fledging love from the East...
With eyes closed I breathe the air around me,
the smell of earth, trees and flowers,
wich name I just don't know...
I run trough every daring dream,
wishing that one day it might come true,
Wishing I can notice the blessings and seize them.
I open my eyes.
The forest continues the same,
but I'm diferent.
I take my backpack and continue my journey.

Aceno um lenço com pó de ouro ao vento
Num triste e melancólico adeus
Entre as folhas de Outono que caem...
O calor do Verão ardeu meu coração,
e a leve briza Outonal levou as suas cinzas para longe.
Calmos Lagos me esperam,
para onde deslizam as minhas lágrimas,
Os meus olhos ambarinos fixam o horizonte,
Sinto o sol aquecer-me a pele mas ansioso por partir.
A barca espera-me ao largo,
como um doce conforto.
Com um amor fatal ainda nos olhos,
alertos como pássaros da noite,
aceno um triste adeus
e murmuro uma simples melodia
Para o fim dos momentos dourados,
girando na roda da vida.

Mordo frutos frescos,
deixando o sumo encarnado
escorrer por meu pescoço,
Saboreio pensando no que quero ter.
Como se a doçura do fruto
te atraísse para mim,
e num rasgo de paixão,
viesses sugar o sumo,
nos meus lábios de cetim.

Golden Cage

Since I met you
I drink from the God's wine,
One that leaves me tipsy,
with scarlet tones...
I drink on free will,
dwelling more and more
trough the spiral created
inside my glass,
I dwell to find torture and pleasure,
to feel rage and passion,
torment and peace.
Locked in a golden cage without a key,
out of space and time,
Where every little word,
Where every little sound,
Where every little scent,
Where every little touch,
Echoes in eternity,
Where your image
dances clearly in front of my eyes.

Palácio/palace

O nosso palácio é
a nossa mente e coração
que ouvimos quando o vento passa
O nosso palácio está envolto
em estrelas e em silêncio,
e o amor inunda os espaços.

Our Palace is our mind and heart,
that we hear when the wind breathes,
Our palace is surrounded
by stars and silence,
and the love fills all the spaces.

Coração azul, ninfa sumida
És tu em rosa renascida
Música triste, pérola que rebola
Nos meus dedos,
Brilho fugidio, coração de leão
Voa com as tuas asas,
Para um novo amanhecer
e uma velha escuridão
Olhas em azul, asas brancas
Olhas para terras longínquas
Olhas para as tuas esperanças
Viajo no teu dorso
E abraço as costas macias
Quando dispo o lençol de ternura
Que nelas existe,
Em ti e por ti...
Neon da grande cidade,
Anoitecer das grutas,
Lua nova, Lua cheia, sol de Icaro
Que me fazes voar
Para onde ainda não sonhei,
Para o azul cerrado do amanhã
Fechado perante nós e nossos olhos...
Por ti eu vou...

Olhos

Olhos,
são teus olhos de madrugada
quando acordas,
olhos,
são teus olhos no horizonte,
quando te questionas,
olhos,
são teus olhos de noite cerrada,
quando imploras um beijo,
olhos,
os teus olhos
são dois cristais puros
a reflectir a aurora.

Eyes,
are your eyes of morning,
when you wake up,
eyes,
are you eyes over the horizon,
when your question yourself,
eyes,
are your eyes of closed night,
when you beg for a kiss,
eyes,
your eyes are two pure cristals
reflecting the dawn.

Awakening

Over the bridges of my world
Where we watch the Northern lights
And born into the sun
We cross the black curtain to the other side
Walking over the ethereal bridges
That connect our world

The burning horizon is left at our back
In front of us a long invisible way
We walk together, hand by hand,
The flame burning inside us
With daring starsteps
We wake up for a new dawn.

Scent box

I wish I had this magical box
to make certain smells last forever
To be able to breathe
that scent of yours completly!
I want a little box,
To preserve all the world scents,
that each passing day
flew over our skin...
The essence of people,
some more sweeter,
some more bitter,
A box guarded by butterflies
to lock your fragrance within,
for me to get lost in
Once the night arrives.

Chuva

Sob a chuva
sei que te quero,
banhado em estrelas imensas,
Imaginando planetas
que giram à tua volta,
numa órbita secreta
Sei que te quero,
Sob a chuva
Observo o teu rosto
e pele molhada,
lábios macios e carnudos,
olhos de noite apagada
em ternura amarrotada,
Vejo-te a dançar
dentro do sistema lunar,
acarinhado por roupa molhada...

Enquanto a chuva cai,
nascem lágrimas nos teus olhos doces,
E tu vives de sonhar,
enquanto eu me afundo..
Nas lágrimas do teu olhar.

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Under the rain
I know I want you,
Bathed by endless starlight,
Planets surround you
in a secret orbit
I know I want you
Under the rain
And under the moonlight
I observe your face
and naked skin,
your soft lips
and eyes of endless night
in vanished tenderness,
Between the stars and the twilight,
I see you dancing and spinning
in your wet clothes
Obeying to your lunar system,

And as the rain falls,
to meet the wet grounds,
Tears born from your sweet eyes,
And you dwell the night,
as I dwell
in the tears of your sight.

Despertar

Olhos saudosos observam o horizonte
através de uma janela azul.
A cascata de cabelos dourados
é entrançada por mãos de seda,
Demorando-se em sonhos distantes
Pelo Outono pintados.
O mundo é invadido pelo canto
de aves com cores vibrantes
nas ilhas brilhantes do despertar.
entre lábios tenros de coral
procurando o toque do transparente mar
navega a melodia da aurora matinal.