December 2007

Viper will be. Pink Elephants

was not a any snake, and if he could make a jump out the argument in some conversation, be sure to specify it.
was a human being. Ah, the appearances did not count: she rose above her dowdy and vulgar like, only able to whistle on the worst sbisci and spit venom. He also changed his name when he was still in a brood of eggs, her mother had already decided that he would call Vanessa.

Vanessa. A beautiful name aristocrat who was lost in a low, subtle and sensual hiss. But Vanessa
preferred to be called Anna. Dry, austere, and there was no case to slip in any kind of double them, in the pronunciation.

By the time we spend our history, there was no one he could remember his real name. Also I will speak of her as Anna, out of pure respect to his memory.
Anna was a noble soul, perhaps too idealistic, and too intelligent not to take the rumors with the stab on the back ... because its scales were a bit 'duller than usual, about how his day was not as corrosive poison yesterday.

Anna liked human beings as he hated his fellow: whenever she felt lonely among other vipers, each time she noticed their immense stupidity and wickedness of their blind, hiding in some bipedal spy. She enjoyed their stay so upright the skin soft to sink their teeth, their bellies were kept well away from the ground, to defy the law of gravity. She liked to listen to speeches that were often so similar to those of snakes, but with a sophistication that a snake would not even dreamed of. However
never comes close to them too. Humans are afraid of snakes.

So, one evening, Anna decided to begin an intensive program of self-improvement, to become perfect like them.

The first thing I did was begin to practice singing: the voice changes that could allow them to put a little 'by a rumble. And when the sounds were matured enough to articulate actual words, he organized a concert.
Oh, it was certainly apparent and an unforgettable triumph and they were many who went to congratulate her personally, saying that - they had the hands to do that - 's would be applauded for hours. But imagine Anna as well, the first time when they are apart, they would laugh with each other on what was ugly and unnatural series of noises with which Anna had tediate whole evening. Anna
not never relaxed. The thought of the judgments of others distressed day and night.
And if touched in his weak point, it became incandescent with rage.
It became a snake.

It worked, worked, worked on itself. He worked until his blew a pair of hands, but two pairs.
Some of the others, said that more resembled a lizard's feet than anything else. Envy, pure and simple. And
wanted, you know? He wished so hard that they fell sharp teeth, and sprang up instead of new, more square and regular. Thirty-two: at the beginning gave him a terrible nuisance.

And one morning when she heard those flakes get a little 'softer and less dark, and his face became a bit' flatter, gave a farewell to his lair and decided to leave for good.
Her sisters, you would see them, proclaimed themselves destroyed by the pain of that decision ... She, Anna, who was not a fool, replied indignantly, saying that even their crocodile cousins \u200b\u200bhad more dignity to pretend to cry. He raised his head haughtily lifted upward with the nose and walked away.
to never return.

Now, imagine this poor snake with four legs, teeth regular and softened the flakes, while trying to attack button with humans ... and is sure to be prepared on every subject possible, in order to look attractive.
He spoke of the political situation in Baghdad. The need to renew the people spiritually. The depth of love and passion, their indivisibility while lack of communication.
He wanted to enter politics.
Or write a book.
Or start a blog. Instead

listened to other humans (but we're so sure that the listener?), Stared at her intently and then made a sharp and brief comment on what kind of a strange kind of lizard was there.
Now, you and I know very well that Anna was not a lizard, and not even a superficial resemblance to one of them. But apparently, humans were asking less questions about what she expected.

You sneak up and down the walls, illuminated by streetlights, avoiding machines too distracted to pay any attention to its passage (which she had learned diligently to cross with the green and stop with the red). He dreamed and wished at the same time as long as they would have invited a few talk shows, or when he would talk of his scandalous extra-marital relations with the best of the beautiful people attitude. The day in which his articles denouncing the protest would have vibrated humanity levandola against injustice and tyranny.
was not a lizard!
But ... well, but still paw instead of walking straight and was not at all. And it was small, and there was that damn tail that was supposed to retire ..., no?

One day, a group of children captured her and tried to cut it, that queue.
Both the lizards grow back. The
held firm, while she was screaming mad with terror, saying they were committing a crime, citing the Geneva Convention on torture of prisoners, citing feverishly footsteps of the greatest thinkers pacifists.
The pain made her screeching voice and nerves, while the world turned red and seems to run down the street with his blood, horribly similar to that of a human being.

So, what remained to be done to Anna?
mutilated, crippled, forever mocked and went into a nest of lizards.
He introduced the other, and said it was human ... no, even a snake! Um, no. A lizard, here. A lizard. Just like them.
The other looked at her suspiciously looked like a lizard ... not like the others ... with that nose too flat, those weird teeth, those little legs that seemed to be more hands than anything else.

Thus, even when agreed between them, however, preferred to leave it alone. Because they felt a subtle anxiety, when she was singing in that strange way that only she could do with those trills and those verses that none of them would have been able to play.

And do not ever relaxed. He was not ever like to think of anything more, its magnificence in the sun. Sure, it was not required, but it is too well known by the community of those who do not love lizards too many questions, those who are too brainy, in short. And she was a bit 'too intellectual to be a lizard respectable.
Once, he ventured timidly to review a book he had read, before the eyes of the other bored silenced her at all.

And gradually, I warned him, saying, warns you when you felt all the bitterness and venom that was in the words of the newcomer, whenever he spoke or told the world he came from. Often, even the one where it still stands.

At times it seemed like a viper.