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HannibalThe whole destiny of Hannibal revolves around the idea of freedom and is centered by hatred.The Roman presence in the mediterranian sea was less intended to free trade rather than supremacy after the first Punic war.The rule through which money gave wealth to a city was broken by the new militarized roman laws.The world he tried to revive was a decaying one.He never saw the law as a harmless protector and rally the barbarians against it.He took the odds.He fought within the established rules of engagement,won,but was denied the gain after Cannae.He understood then the loss,the ancient world was about to change forever and he couldn't find himself a place in it anymore not even put in charge at the battle at Zama.He spent his last years as an outlaw and his name bore for centuries the wrath of the romans.
Delir exclus Într-un delir trofic de azi dimineaţă pe George îl cuprinse indispoziţia spre după-amiază neputând stăpâni delirul tremens asociat suişului abrupt al creierului său îmbibat de alcool.Fiecare dimineaţă pierdută pentru sine se configura ca amintire a unei ameţeli stăpâne pe orizontul întunecat ce se isca din neputinţa de a se stăpâni în faţa paharului.Pătrunde alături de beţie într-un labirint atemporal ale cărui valenţele afective nu fac decît să rezolve accelerat insignifianţa prezenţei lui în anticamerele lingvistice ale verbelor ce pot răni din orgoliu pe cei pe care încă le caută dezlegarea fiinţării neantului.Prinşi în mrejele unui control asanat de sens,acesta le caută slăbiciunea conceptuală în faţa cezarului.Căci totul se reduc
Homo sapiens Cuvintele sale ostoite de un freamăt muzical găsit într-însul de fiecare dată cand îşi întalneşte sinele,parte acelei armonii spaţiale din care a reuşit să rupă direcţii clare trecute repede printr-un filtru intern ce reuşeşte de fiecare dată să-l treacă dincolo de identitatea de expresie verbală cu cei care si-au însuşit limbajul ca o formulă de a precede realitatea şi a şi-o apropia ante-factum.Dar iată ca realitatea nu permite de fiecare dată exprimări aidoma voliţiei cognitive in principiul pluralităţii de voinţe.Iar dacă o cultură nu este capabilă să menţină acest echilibru democratic,verbul unei comunităţi lingvistice va trece la modul imperativ orice acţiune îndreptată împotriva impurităţii de limbă şi rasă.Acest construct lingvisti
La fantana Înaintea sa o vale întinsă se deschidea privirii sale întunecate care cauta un orizont aidoma unei fântîni ce poate potoli setea dar nu şi privirea.Acolo jos stătea scris ceea ce se alătura imaginii lui despre sine,o licărire ce-i reducea fiinţa într-o urmă de nenorociri ce urmau să se întâmple.Cu tot dezgustul său pentru asemenea fatalităţi pe care reuşise să le înfrângă eliberându-şi sinele în marea impersonală cu care va fi luptat ani la rândul şi din care a rupt doar o dorinţă de a se stăpâni,de a trece dincolo de stihii alienate de existenţa lui fără seamăn,într-o credinţă ce îi precede paşii într-o viaţă în care zeii sunt impuri.O credinţă ca aceasta,ce la randul ei pleacă din sânul unei vieţi pusă în slujba
Eremitul Dezamăgirea îl scufundă,îi pleacă capul într-un abis amețitor chiar și pentru cei mai de seamă eremiți.Și din negura privirii sale acum inițiate întru răutate iese la iveală scopul pentru care a îndurat veșnicia.Nu o privește în față,nu o acceptă în tăcere ci iși strigă lăuntrul să-l doboare.Se macină sufletește cum de nu îndrăznește fie să-i fie curmată suflarea,fie să curme la rândul său viata,pulsul său nemernic ce trage după sine o afinitate pentru o viață pe care nu o înțelege.Dar știe prea-bine ce ține de existentă,poate prea multe pentru a o transmuta aidoma ființei sale.Și își pleacă înca o dată privirea pentru care a plivit rădăcina estetică în lume,înlăuntrul arhaic al suflet
godlike us ! With every generation that is so lost one must rise in order to restore Christianity to the archaic believes they need to discharge their hate upon thee,the one,myself.Purpose,a strong word that has to initiate others yet so fragile in our grasp as long as it has 'augen und ohr' that can't be denied.And yet so addictive to me even to cross boundaries of the heart between life continuum and a presence delayed in time,either past or future,never in an actual time of an existence that has conquered both under such consequences the Gods turned to stone in their wrath against the one that stood his ground.Earth has come forward to allow existence to develop itself beyond boundaries of the acknowledged since man dared to envision his reality on the icy walls of Altamira or Niaux in his search to a rich prey.Art is the expression of an early thirst that can't rely on a sole reality rather than the whole expectation of what may occur in reality.To seize the moment,has turned reality into
DevotionOpen wide societies are just a deliberate counterfeit of a reality that can provide the daily existence.Hence,there is a duality in an existence that believes in its freedom versus a freedom that believes in its existence.It has been proved that reality consists of both.Communism has its root in a non-sense value of the human life yet possible given the circumstances of a daily life based on a working factor that can provide the needs of a plant.Literally,communism was a vegetable factory.Quite true given the fact that you should have waken up by five in the morning for your glass of milk.The existence had once again a provider which was undeniable strong in numbers and weakened by the voice of quantification.Quality was reduced to silence yet money gave an opportunity for those wanting to see more that just figures,values.And values that utter your inner self communion with the universe they live in,the questions that drive mankind towards a resolution that complies with the laws of p
the DelayedTime in the universe is delayed by light.There is undoubtedly a hiatus between what actually happens in the universe and what we see happening.Science has always mastered predictions far in the universe.Proper science jumps in time,looking backward and forward in time.Time is cellular for the time being.Independent and interdependent.When it comes to relate time either positive and abstract with self entities you get a glimpse of a time network that grows relentlessly in your grasp.Time has matter when is confronted by it and emerges in temporal tissues as the organs that keep our bodies in life.Think of our neural circuits that speed up our perception on basis of electricity.Light up your brain for the storm to come.Do it in time or elsewhere you'll be delayed.There is only one possibility of having the exact time in the universe and it isn't given by a precise clock rather by presence.Your presence in the universe is time itself.You see now elsewhere around you only your image.If you
the EdgeThe cutthroats of corpses rushed at the human pile which laid stinking into a pit at the edge of a wall on which their women began weeping.The wall set out the consciousness of other human chaff that had found a brutal way to make fun of existence.Here, on this side thronging to satisfy their hunger with meat scraps and swill that the workers put in the service of the State religion of what was left of their humanity,were throwing those whom they called the unclean.Looking at each of these from up top they seal a pity you will find among those labelled as well as sub-humans.With a habitus that they kept sacred to satisfy the hubris of a sub-species of people that can't be put at work,they were the memorial that needed to be fed to maintain a social balance between good and evil, notions needed to any punitive society that wants from the ruling class,civil rights,they regarded,ravenously on the hunk of meat they were thrown over the wall of lamentations.On the other side of the wall, dr
(England x Reader) - Coffee Shop
It was a rainy day in London, per the usual, but you weren't complaining. You currently sat in a Starbucks shop, in the farthest corner might you add, with your favorite novel in your hands. You weren't really one for drinking coffee, but you came for the atmosphere. You couldn't explain it, but apparently the coffee shop provided excellent mood and ambiance for a good book.
But the atmosphere wasn't the only thing you came for.
There was a really, really, REALLY cute guy who worked there. He was tall and thin, with shaggy blonde hair and stunning green eyes. His eyebrows were a bit over-sized, but you thought that was adorable. His name was Arthur, if you remember correctly, Arthur Kirkland. Rumors spread about him rather quickly, some saying he was the personification of England itself (but like you were going to believe that!). He worked every Friday, so when you had the time, you would visit the Starbucks and sit in the corner everyday, pretending to read while secretly staring at
Scratch [Kageyama Tobio]
Kageyama sighed in annoyance as he heard you whimpered for what happened to be the tenth time in a row. The sun had already set during the both of you walking home, though you or Tobio, minded. You clung onto his arm, your hand reaching for his cheek but he easily swatted it away.
"Stop it. I already told you it was fine." He snapped.
You pouted as you shook your head. "But, Tobio! I scratched you! I made you bleed! Do you know how bad I feel right now? Look at your cheek! It's injured! How do you want me to feel?"
He sighed once more as he shrugged his shoulders. Tobio ran a hand through his black locks, each lock cascading down as he passed over a new one. You sulked as you crossed your arms, your eyes pleading for him to get mad at you for what you have done. But he wasn't mad, or upset. It was an accident.
"Would you stop your pouting!? It's getting annoying."
"It was an accident, [Name]. It's not like you did it on purpose." He
It Is Fair (Himuro Tatsuya X Reader)
Himuro shot yet another basket into the hoop and defeated his girlfriend, (L/N) (F/N) yet again. The (H/C) female was a fellow shooting guard on the Yosen's female basketball team and like always, she challenged to a one-on-one match.
She huffed once more and glared at him. "One more, Tatsuya!"
Himuro sighed and bounced the ball, smirking slightly. "Another game? My, my you sure are persistent."
Nonetheless, he gave a charming smile and tosed her the ball. And so the game began. It started out with them just blocking each othet from making shots but (F/N) finally found an opening and went for making a shoot.
She ran closer to the hoop and tripped on Himuro's foot. The (H/C) girl closed her eyes and hoped to feel the impact of the floor...but she only felt warmth around her. Once she opened her eyes, she noticed that [i] Himuro [/i] had prevented her from falling.
She pushed him off and stepped back from him. "L-Let's keep going!"
And so they did. By the time the game ended, she was fum
In Sickness and In Health: Part 1Dick followed Jason silently through an empty apartment building. They had received word that a new drug had hit the streets and was being manufactured here. This drug made the user see images, not like ecstasy or LSD; the user sees their worst fears. There were reports that users have died from heart attacks and suicide inflicted from so much trauma all at once.
Jason signaled to Dick that he saw their targets.
Dick nodded, ready to kick some ass.
Jason pulled out his guns and slid into the room, Dick on his heels. “Alright, assholes, time to meet your maker.”
Dick rolled his eyes, knowing Jason was mocking him for his witty fight commentary.
“Who the fuck are you two, Jokers?”
Dick noticed Jason wince at the name.
“You got it all wrong, Joker’s the fucked up homicidal clown. We’re the good guys, at least in our eyes.” Jason took a step closer, pulling back the safeties on his guns. “So, if you admit to selling your fucked up drugs
Sleep (Miyuki Kazuya X Reader)
(L/N) (F/N)'s stomach growled loudly. She blushed, obviously embarrased. "Sorry about that."
Miyuki, who's dorm happened to be the place she was at, laughed. "Hungry?"
The (H/C) laughed nervously, still entertwined in a embrace with Miyuki. "Y-yeah..."
Miyuki laughed and then ruffled her (H/C) hair lovingly. "I can cook you something, you know."
She grinned. "Can you? Would you?"
He grinned back. "Sure. I wouldn't leave my adorable girlfriend to starve now would I?"
She scowled. "I wouldn't doubt it."
He put a hand on his heart. "You wound me. Why are you so cruel to me (F/N)-chan?"
The girl sighed. "Oh please. You're one to talk, Kazuya. You have a horrible personality so why would you care what I do to you if you wound others just the same?"
Miyuki rose an eyebrow and smirked. "Touche."
The (H/C) girl yawned as she sat at a nearby table watching Miyuki cook something in the back room, where the stove is located. They went towards the cafeteria where the baseball players a
In Sickness and In Health: Part 2“So let me get this straight. You managed to find a hunting ground on the coast of New York where you shot yourself?” The doctor took off his glasses and looked at Jason.
“Actually, I did it. I told him not to give the gun to me. It was my first time, you know,” Dick faked a smile.
“Right,” The doctor still sounded skeptical. “And who did you say treated your wound?”
“Our brother—I mean my brother,” Dick caught himself.
The doctor raised an eyebrow, “Is he a doctor?”
Dick shook his head, “Going into the field of business.”
“Shame, he did a rather good job.” The doctor sighed and looked between Dick and Jason, “Well, I’m not sure I believe you, but I will recommend you to a physical therapist. From your MRI and X-Ray, it shows the bullet tore your patella tendon and lodged itself in your knee cap.” The doctor was scrolling through his computer. “I guess is that y
Babysitting Loki ((One-shot))I sighed and watched from my spot on the couch my friend bawl her eyes out.
“I don’t understand him, Anika. Why must he be so difficult?” Serena questioned with huge tears running down her face, “I don’t think I can face him anytime soon.”
The man she was talking about was the one and only, Loki the God of Mischief who just also happened to be Serena’s boyfriend at the moment. Though it’s not easy to be in a relationship with someone who switches their mood of ten minutes and Loki was extremely difficult to love when he is moody. I tried to warn my friend that this will involve heartache, but Serena completely ignored me and pursued the relationship.
“Can you keep an eye on him for me?” the blond asked the request that I knew she would eventually ask.
“Fine,” I huffed, “but he is not going to like this.”
Serena smiled and hugged me tightly before getting up. “Tell him not to come home for a week.&
Water Bed (Rinharu)I’d never really thought about it before, but i figured that in some way shape or form this situation ought to have been raised before. I mean, come on, this was Haru we were talking about, and the fact that he was willing to strip down in public more often than not to try and squeeze into a fish tank (not that i was complaining) well… well this should have been expected.
We were walking through one of those larger malls; the kind with two stories and more stores than anyone working in them could count. Young women spraying perfume around every corner, old men trying to read your cards and scare you because somehow he knew you future. We avoided both with exuberance, and ended up drifting along by a mattress store.
That was when Haru saw it-- the sign that would bring his whole world to a halt if only for a moment. He literally shoved me aside to get a closer look--to make sure he was seeing it right.
“Water bed.” He read, ignoring my scowl as i followed behind.
Fated to Love You. One-shot SasuHina. [Leve NS]
Autora: DarkAmy-chan, Amy-chan, Amita-chan.
Género: Hurt/Confort, Romance
Pareja: SasuHina (NaruSaku)
Los personajes de Naruto, no me pertenecen. Son Propiedad del Maestro Kishimoto.
Fated to Love You
No pierdas el tiempo buscando tu destino, él está a punto de encontrarte.
¿Alguna vez se han sentido fuera de lugar, que tal vez tu vida no es como desearías que fuera?.
Sé que a mis dieciséis años de edad quizás no sepa mucho de la vida, de lo dura que puede ser, pero se lo que se siente querer ser alguien más, ser notada por las demás personas, por quien tu quieres...
¿Por qué tener que ser Hyuga Hinata? La chica tímida que se sienta en la primera banca de la esquina cercana a la ventana, para así no ser notada por el resto de la clase. Enamorada de un chico resplandeciente, el revoltoso pero empeñoso Uzumaki Naruto. Idolatrándolo en silencio, al punto de obse
To My Muse I want to write about you, I want to write how only I know you when I have you besides me in sleepless nights together in worship;there I have you and find my perfect love.Your perfume reveals our love beyond your moist skin and carries me with you in the night longing for fulfillment. And when you say to me goodbye in the morning I remain alone fainting away under your sight,carrying you beyond this world in a self too in love with you.
Around you my breath deepens. You're a muse too good for my lucid inspiration.You whisper your love to me, that you want me much more for yourself. How much longer can I break from me? Give me time to grow up to you to become an anybody. Let me be yours forever in the world's vanity, it's my dream that looks like madness.To love you more than myself, to stand in my might to forget you whenever you want me any good.Between our love stands an I that is lost when you caress of me with your look.Now I can be anyone, I can
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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