What the eyes shall seek shall see

Today is the day, when I shall finally be granted that which I have read and seek for so long.
And thus the journey begins…
Mounted high enough so as to seize the view well ahead of me, in this instant, I am slowly moving with the motion of the desert beast and in a path that must have bore its steps a thousand times and which now gladly welcomes mine.
The feeling is alive and filled within a heart that beats like a child, when she is told she can fly to a place high and far above the stars. And it is in the same span of time that at once, I become aware that such junctures only come around at specific hours in this life and consequently, away from all eyes, I gracefully send my words of gratitude to the sky.
I am now in my element to the fullest. I am now in the center of our earth.
And whilst continuing to move forward onto the yellow sand, the final destination that bears the grandest algebra and equally so, the biggest enigma of all ages, finally faces me.
And at this moment, what was previously felt in the chest, whilst imagining the scene that would present itself to me, can now conclusively be witnessed in all its splendor and therein be plainly described as the ‘grandeur’ of what the will of man can achieve, when man himself understands the universe and its divine rhythm.

Sophie Parou

Les desesperes


The maestro had lost his way in the Anima Numdi.

And whilst playing jazz on his own in contemplation of what was left of his life and some of the music keys that still sang right, he kept on thinking how empty the journey was.
But simply too tired was he to change things otherwise.
In vain, he had been consumed by the loss of the one he once loved and possibly the only true thing he had ever been determined to have once but could never acquire again in this lifetime.

But most extraordinary and sad of all, in the present tale which I now recall, the man behind the curtain and whom I met by no existing chance, resembled no mere hero but a flamboyant Ares that rightfully possessed the delirium fire within.
He was the image of an impregnated d’Artagnan full of life and ready for combat.
Yet, he was barely but a simple man of our ages, blessed enough with all the required qualities true men of this time need to be able to turn wrong into right; but all of which, in truth, he could never willed so to attain without that which he had once known and lost. For it was, to put it quite simply, “the missing spear” secretly coveted.

And many earthy pleasures had he exhausted within the darkest abyss of life, in an attempt to bring back to remembrance that which he once felt or perhaps forget forever so its name and existence.

But nothing, absolutely nothing could quiet down his insatiable yet magnanimous soul.
Regrets and sorrow had overcome the ‘living of the moment’ long gone…

And of the exactitude of the thing which rendered him so much emptiness and desperation and which he sought for so long, no one knew with certitude what or who it was. Some say it was a woman, whom he once met in the new world. Others will disagree and say the wealth driven and prerogative of what the family wants you to be from birth simply empowered every single little thing he ever wanted to become and more importantly acquire on his own…

On the fourteen year of the second millennium, the maestro, tired of combatting some fake causes he could only care for a while, revered his hat for the last time and decided to leave this plane at last.

And thus came about the story of Tariq, by his birth name, who had indeed given up the train of life and decided to take what he hoped would be another ride, another chance, on the other side…

Sophie Parou