The Fate and Emotions of a Demon on Earth 10
Look. I am a refugee from hell, but from the present
Look. I am a refugee from the future, from your love
Look. I am a refugee from the present. For your love
“Nice and honest thoughts. What about you fearing?
Maybe about a new beginning? It’s not too late for it.
For us… Take shelter. Can I be your real angel?”
“Hmm, Catherine. I'm afraid about my end. Stay well!
Stay in the hell, in my earthly hell. Love with an angel?
Hmm, it looks for only fantasy. No spiritual well-being.”
Hmm, William. I am afraid about your end. Come well!
Take my hand, in our earthly depth. Loved demon! Hell!
Hmm, it only looks ahead. Spiritual well-being!”
“It’s horrible to listen to this love discourse! Stop it!”
Satan was furious. He regretted expelling me from hell
“How could such a disgrace have happened?! How?!”
“Horror! This is a terrible thing!
We must take an investigation!”
Said a zealous, well-dressed demon
“Summon the demon council! Right now!
Prepare the matter for a possible parliamentary debate!!”
Satan howled and raged in his palace in hell
“Horror! Horror! How could this happen?
Love between a demon and an angel!”
The devils were outraged and complained
Hmm. I was dreaming again. My brain is a theatre
Visions, voices, thoughts, impressions, lights, ghosts
I can’t take the difference between reality and dreams
To live here, to live there, to live outside or inside
For me, the same. This is my experience. In all time
In all my life, but unfortunately, I can’t find a fixed life
“You fix point and stability. You mean it?” Said Catherine
“Yes, my hoped love, I want a green isle, enough from the marsh
‘You need it, the island, not an isle or an islet. I am here.” Said Cathrine
“I can’t stand watching and listening to this!!” Satan roared
“Contact heaven immediately! Remove the angel from my demon!!”
Hmm, yes. I can see other words. A lot of dreams are from there
People don’t know it. But this is the reality. Dreams are real
Life is outflow. Because it is outlawed. I keep the law. But…
I live like an outlaw vagrant. My life is Cervantes’ figure
Don Quijote De La Mancha. The follies of humanity are windmills
“No! You aren’t the crazy knight errant! You are my cowboy!” Said Catherine
Am I a cowboy? Hmm. I have no horse. I don’t live in America. I am not a Joe
“Then why do you listen cowboy music?” Catherine argued with me
Hmm. This is a good question. Because I like that kind of Western music
“Because you like the multicultural world!” Shouted it, a conservative from Europe
Yes, I like this ultramodern, colourful life. Is it a problem? Waiting for the future?
“No, this is not a problem.” Said Master Satan in my head. “This is the way,” He added
That’s why you must stay on your way.” Said Catherine. Smiled. Oh, this woman!
My God! What will happen to me! What?? Please! Save my life!
“Amen.”
Said God
“I am having a heart attack!”
Satan shouted desperately
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