"Because you were born when the Mother's tongue had been cut by the Father, since the Mother could not hear her own voice. Mother could not talk, either in the lips and hearts. Father was not only adept at cutting the tongue, but he could also hear the Sound of Mother's Heart. He was very jealous when watching Mother sang in the presence of a King.
At that moment you were born, the beautiful Princess of Wilting. Princess of the Gloomy Days," said Genie the gatekeeper, telling about me.
After cutting the Mother tongue, Father still curious looking for a King who had been treated with singing by Mother. The King was carried away by the wind when Father came. He did not help the Mother, because he thought a King should be pure from the blood. (Damn you! Shameless! Hobo King!)
When Father went away, Genie -- the Father's messengers -- wandering around the house. Mother could not talk to anyone because she just lived alone, and I had not been able to talk to.
"Now I'm dumb, I do not have words because your tongue disappeared. Mom, where could I find the words?"
Mother smiled at me, knowing I was not dumb. I just did not have any friends to talk. She then opened the door that never opened before and allowed me to go find someone to talk to.
All the people I had met were the ones who just told themselves. They never wanted to know about me. They talked without ever care about me. I did not need their conversation because I did not know them. So I was looking for someone to talk to wherever my feet away.
After almost stiff with cold seasons, on a blue morning a man looked at me. He gave me a scarf and wrapped it around my neck. It was said that he was a storyteller. I often found him in the blazing noon, he was outlining his words. I ever listened to his fairy tale on a night melt by the cold wind. At the time, his fairy tale was about a country which its people faces beamed as they had a place to store the fairytales for narrated. At that time I did not understand why the residents faces could light up just because they could tell each one another.
Through a letter entrusted by him to a white dove, the man gave his answer. "Because the empty heart needs a fairy tale for its consolation."
Unfortunately my destiny with the white dove also just a few moments, as he finally died. I wanted to find him because my heart was so empty, and I needed a fairy tale.
On a white afternoon, we met again. He told a fairy tale to me all day. Slowly my heart opened, such as the rose petals, blooming one by one to reveal the most beautiful part of themselves : a lot of stigma. The flower's pistil.
The man had filled my heart. His fairy tale was a fairy tale about me. "A grass flower which previously not much flowering due to the cold -- because the sun is not much to touch -- now have many flowering." he said.
I shed tears. "Yes, it gave birth to a bright color because you always give me the sun," I said.
"That's why you call me a storyteller man," he muttered.
In a green garden chair, we talked about each of ourselves. "You are so beautiful with the beautiful words, do you realize that?" he asked.
I did not answer him. I just looked at his lips that never tired to speak, leaning my head on his chest beating slowly. Because I was still leaning to him, he finally asked, "Why are you just silent?"
I said that I was remembering a pigeon ever given to me. "I really love him, but he died. Are you also going to go like him?"
He took my hand, squeezed it gently and kissed it gently. "We have to move like the wind blows. After you give birth to your flowers, as you can tell the stories, maybe we'll split up. Maybe the wind will take me to the other empty heart, and you must tell the lonely hearts. Together with love, we will stick together, even though we will never see each other again."
I listened to him with a hollow heart.
"Do not. Do not you ever filled by emptiness again," he said. "I have given the fairy tales. Embrace them all. Strengthen yourself with my fairy tales. Remember the fairy tale about a brave sailor sailing the ocean ferociously. Remember that what is in his heart at that time is only the belief that wherever we are, the sky still remain above us. The sky has a lot of wealth: the sun, the stars, the moon. There's rain will wash us when we need freshness. In the vastness of the ocean, the sky wealth will guide the sailor in sailing. In the fierce storm, there is a constancy of self that makes him a brave man."
I hugged him tightly, as did not want to be separated from him. "Yes, I will always remember your words in the fairy tale." I said softly.
"Now tell me your fairy tale," he said.
I then told him about the Earth which sailing the seasons. Earth was a female, she's a messenger of the Kingdom of Light.
Before being sent out, the Earth equipped with a hair ornament of gold. With her gold clasp, the Earth wading through a sea of various seasons: vast and uninhabited. When there was a Storm Unification between the heat of dry season and the overflow of rain water hit her, the Earth managed to escape, but her gold clasp has disappeared, whereas it was the richness that could only be obtained from the Kingdom of Light .
The Season changed again, hitting back the Earth. The Earth had lost her fortune. She was very sad looking where the hell gold clasp fell down. The Season never stopped hitting her. The Earth underwent the season after season to rediscover the golden clasp, because her job was almost over. The Earth had experienced a malignancy of the Season, but she could not get back before finding her clasp.
"Then, does she rediscover her gold clasp?" he asked. I replied that until now she was still looking for it.
"Your tale is beautiful. Then let us wade through the season after season, just like that woman." he said.
We took a walk around the cool green parks, such as going to split up on the next day. Since then, we really split up, because there were still many empty heart needed the tales.
My heart was already warmer now, because I had a lot of fairy tales. I met the Mother, I wanted to tell my stories to her about my meeting with him. But it turned out the house was empty, uninhabited.
In her chair, I found A pair of Eyes : Mother's Eyes. Apparently Father had known that she allowed me to go. Father rushed to go home and leaving only the Mother's Eyes for me.
I could never see her again. Every night I dreamed of her. I told her about my Storyteller Man.
Now I am alone. I decided to sail to a country which its people yearning for a fairy tale. But, before my ship docked -- from the distance -- I saw Father was cutting the people's tongue. Their screams made my soul tremble.
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(CZ-LAcalifUSA112513)
Serenade for Alain Soral - My Best Feeling Today
ehhehehe ... feel like want to be a baby again, maybe?) 
I can feel my specific hormone dropped dramatically since seeing his hair. 
