Rain Borderlines

Rain Borderlines (A Brief Story).

By Amalia Pedemonte/Aquileana.
November 23rd, 2013).-

Hope is a glow that shivers when the stars begin to appear . But those glowing points seem vanish when she steadily stare at them…
Silver flowing stars. Just snappish light that turn into nothingness

Dreams, outworn by cruel hopes…. Dark Sky above…
Hope, she already has lagged it behind her, filed between the folds of old experiences.
Hostile features, a legacy of ignominy, that was the aftermath of old lost battles
A Spear that still hits… No shields available for fighters that defect …

Past inexhaustibly stalking the pale mist of the present.
Today always leads to a wasteland of dry lands, unknown choices, roads untraveled. (What if?) …

Past slowly moving into the present… Timeless conjunction, a shade of a gesture.

Endless plateaus, monotonous wrinkles of the horizon, quiet landscape of infinite slopes. And also the sharp never ending silence.

Veil illusions followed by shuttered glances… The past is still there as a steady branch of the present

Like a breeze which scatters the arid scene, the immutable calm suddenly become a clatter, which falls from the lofty heights

Something known but still unusual sets up into scene. The stage of life, once again.
Shaking arrogant skies, rain heavily falling, forces tempting and hurrying Destiny.

A constellation of crystallized drops, insatiably descending from above. Heavily falling, despite its weightlessness. (This is not a paradox, just a subtle irony)

She looks through the window. The obstreperous of rain still falling down…
She listens to the rain crashing on the iron sheets of the roof… Mostly clattering there, with its monotone rhythm pouring down once and again

Rain, inexhaustible source of life… Call of change spilling from the sky, spanning all surfaces with pure drops of water…

Waterfalls, rivers, lakes, seas.

Spring water of blue landscapes, flowing throughout turbulent riverbeds and narrow willows…

All liquid surfaces are or have been rainy…
Expectations initially came in the size of tiny raindrops, but that was well enough to set up new departure points…

The size of hope increases and so does the amount of Belief. One thing leads to the other.

Let it rain. Water is a liquid border between skepticism and Faith… A pervious line, in fact so easy to cross.

Thanks to all Maxima´s readers to take the time to read this brief story…

… Cheers !… Aquileana / Amalia Pedemonte.


Blog: La Audacia de Aquiles (The Audacity of Achilles) . “El Mundo Visible es Sólo un Pretexto” / “The Visible World is Just a Pretext”.
URL Website:http://aquileana.wordpress.com/
Blog in Spanish / Translation to English ( First Foreign Language )

The Autumn Strands

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Written: Maxima
The autumn strands
gently as the breeze
catching your hair,
my fingers slip through
the autumn strands
loving you the only way
that I can.
your tiny nose sprinkled
with kisses from the gods,
fading freckles left by the sun
across your cheeks.
I long to see you body
beautiful in drops of moonlight.
Warm the night with me.
My beautiful angel,
allow the bright stars in heaven
to shine upon our dream
let us love there together.
my heart and soul
will be with you forever.
Open my horizon again.
I love you


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10 thoughts on “Rain Borderlines

  1. Cat Forsley November 30, 2013 at 15:23 Reply

    Maxima …………………………………and Aquileana x again = sheer beauty x

  2. Cat Forsley November 30, 2013 at 15:17 Reply

    OMG !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    ❤ ❤ ❤ A ,………………beyoutifullllllllllllllll
    i had no idea xxxxxxx
    ❤ ❤ so lovely xx and Maxima so kind xo C

  3. Aquileana November 28, 2013 at 21:35 Reply

    Maxima; you are great my friend. xx !!! ; Aquileana 🙂

  4. Aquileana November 28, 2013 at 21:29 Reply

    Christy, Oh thanks for the kind words. I much appreciate them…
    And you are right about Maxima, he is such an amazing poet… His poem above is beautiful & I am humbled to do a feauture with him here at his blog. Cheers xo Aquilena 😉

  5. Christy Birmingham November 27, 2013 at 02:52 Reply

    Hope and belief… what the woman feels… looking out on the rain and thinking… feeling drenched with her feelings… I adore Amalia’s story. How wonderful to pair it with a beautiful poem by Maxima– YOU both are amazing and a lovely combination of creators. I am happy to know you both xoxo

  6. […] Check out this post at Stefan Maxima´s site: https://hillsofherchastity.wordpress.com/2013/11/26/rain-borderlines/ […]

  7. Aquileana November 26, 2013 at 23:52 Reply

    Hi Stefan…

    Wow, thanks for spreading it… .

    I have really enjoyed your poem too as the poetic images are connotative powerful and autumn is my favorite season of the year…

    Thanks a bunch… Cheers, Aquileana 🙂

    PS: I will be adding this post on my blog… Still have to figure out where but I will soon and it will be there linking to your blog. ! 😉 xx. I´ll let you know when it is done.

  8. D.G.Kaye November 26, 2013 at 16:40 Reply

    I can always come here for beautiful poetry and finding Aquileana’s words here are an added bonus! So profound, the rain washes all away, cleansed, and we begin again.

    • Aquileana November 26, 2013 at 23:47 Reply

      D.G, Sweetheart!… Glad you liked it and got the underlying meaning here… Thanks for your kind words, they do really mean a lot to me…

      Cheers; Aquileana 🙂

      • D.G.Kaye November 27, 2013 at 15:08

        So welcome beautiful writer! 🙂

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