Saturday, June 23, 2012

SERPENTS IN WIG HATE ME


I am not one of these women.
Who keep long answers to themselves,
Who look with dead fish eyes while they are hiding “it”,
And who laugh and smile at whatever you say, at the same time.
Who are good at making you feel uncomfortable while they look relaxed.
Who seem to be from another planet in which
 God is “to hide” and the religion is “the control”. (Or, vice versa)
Again, one of these women is in front of me.
Open her chest. (Now very easy to me)
And you see it:
A silent serpent in wig,
in a green shrunken princess costume (even not velvet)
residing in an over-decorated small room
without any single mirror (again) but
full of irrelevantly gathered objects.
A scepter in its tail,
from which the blood of her father drips
drop by drop.
It longs for mating, only for laying eggs. 
It looks at me fixed.
It licks that blood.
Grey dead fish eyes sparkle.
Is it aware that its kingdom is illegitimate? Absolutely not.
You want to laugh to its ridiculous existence.
See, it is so ugly for taking herself as a princess.
It hisses at me.
I look again at the face of this chest. What does she do?
She sits comfortably in front of me.
“It’s not the first time that I have met this hysterical serpent in wig. I know it. I have seen her in different costumes, in different rooms and chests.”
But it is the first time that I realize:
The serpent in wig could not live in my chest. Never.
Probably, because, it sees something hateful in it.

Friday, June 1, 2012

...IS NOT...BUT...



Respect is not good manner but supporting one’s existence as well as yourself.
Love is not cajoling but sharing with someone what’s most important to you.
Effort is what you get at the end of your challenge.
Support is what you should give before asking favor.
You are not what you say but your actions.