A little princess

Once upon a time, a beautiful and shy girl. What is special about this girl?, you would ask. Well, just by her name you would know that she is a princess in fact.

Sweet voice; make you wonder if you will able to stand the beauty of her face.

Sweet sounds; make you wonder if you're on the ground or if you're over a cloud.

Sweet yawns; make you wonder if what you feel are tickles or if you're floating like a feather through the sky.

A princess; a little princess you're glad to hear; you would be even more than glad to see.

A princess; a little princess that even with her silence says a million things, that just with her breathing and no words take away the lonely feelings.

I want to meet that princess.

I will meet that princess to say to her these lines. I will meet that princess to feel that I'm in a dream.

A princess which you will die for; that it worth to fight for.

Cyanide Wolf

At first I was afraid; as if I was facing the real animal when you see it during a cold fullmoon night. At first I was scared; as if I was drinking the real poison and ending my life. But it wasn't.

It wasn't at all.

Second by second, minute by minute I was getting closerto the animal. My feet touching the snow was the only sound. I doubt; I don't know if I can get closer. But the wolf doesn's attack. My hand reaches its head; and I feel it. That wolf it isn't dangerous; that wolf is scared; that wolf needs care.

I want to take care of that wolf.

I hear a voice; it seems the animal knows who is that; it seems the wolf will come back from where it belongs. But it's still looking at me. The voice again; I'm afraid that sound will take you away from me.

Snow falls from the sky.

The wolf is near me now. Is a she, I know by her looking. I caress her head again; she lets me do it.

The voice again. "You have to go", I said. She gives me a sad look; she doesn't look like a wolf, but like a sheep with a wolf costume. She starts to walk back.

Snow keeps falling.

Before she dissappears, she looks at me again. The snow turns weird, is like black snow, is like kuroi yuki, a dark snow that doesn't let me see my beloved wolf.

She's gone.

What do I have in my hands? A bottle; cyanide. I drink it because she's gone. That poison is in my throat because I won't see that lovely look anymore.