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Grasping Life, a man leans on her chest,
holds her tight and bursts into tears…
“ I will tell you a story,” her voice whispered…But you must stop crying first.
“ Is it a Ballad? ” the man asked.
“ No. That’s a story of tragedy, adventure, betrayal, and jealousy.”
“ Is it an Anecdote? ”
“ No. That focuses on a single interesting incident, and it does reveal the main character.”
“ Then, it’s a Comedy!” the man smiled.
“ No. In general, they all end happily.”
“ I have a feeling of a Dilemma Tale?”
“ No. That poses a question to the listener.”
“ Aha! Then it must be a Drama?”
“ No. I will have to write that so it can be acted out in front of an audience”
“ Of course!”… the man remained silent.
*****
“ Giving up, already?” the voice whispered.
“…..could it be a Fable?”
“ No. That teaches a moral or a practical lesson about me!”
“ You don’t like talking about yourself?”
“ No. That would sound like a Fairy Tale”
“ Then, it’s definitely a Folktale!”
“ Do I look common to you? ”
“ No. Not at all!” the man replied, “I hope it’s not a Tragedy!”
“ No. I don’t like when the main character comes to an unhappy end.”
“ I’m more than sure, you’re thinking of a Myth?”
“ No. Every culture has its own mythology. That’s too much to tell!”
“ THEN JUST TELL THE DAMN STORY!” the man said angrily.
“ I will.. if you come back another day,” the voice turned into an echo…..
*****
Stunned over the disappearance of the voice, the man whipped his tears and uttered with a smile – ORENDA!
(( VENUS ))
Venera Lokaj-Smit
U.S.A.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked him as I was taking a seat across from him.
“I must leave,” he said and, looked down at the table again.
“Is it O.K. to cry?” I asked.
“Sure it is,” he answered.
“So, you don’t think I’m crazy?”
“No. You’re just scared,” he said. “I am scared too.”
“So, nothing is wrong with me?”
“No. Nothing is wrong with you. Nothing is wrong with any of you,” he said in the same flat voice. “Something else is wrong.”
“Do you know Dan?” I asked him.
“You like him?” he asked me.
“Well, quite humanitarian” I blushed, smiling.
“Then talk to him. Tell him about these tears.”
“Ah, my tears! They’re just from fear of the unknown.”
“He knows the unknown,” Doc said in an even tone. “He too is a Ranger.”
*****
A tall man with British accent approached our table, stopped quite close to him and asked him.
“Are you George?”
Under his thick black eyebrows Doc carefully looked at him, “No. No George,” he said, and looked at the table again.
“Hello! My name is Henry. Pleased to meet you, miss”, the man reached over my right hand and kissed it.
“Thank you,” I said. ” When will you leave?” I looked at Doc, trying to ignore the stranger.
The man left.
“Don’t ever talk to that one.” Doc said, looking at the man who just walked away.
“When will you leave?” I asked again.
“Tomorrow morning.”
*****
Few days after, they were all gone. The sun stopped shining. The black shadow was everywhere. How terrible it was, cruel and crude. How monstrous.
Torture! Violence! Killing! Massacre! Genocide!
Kosova was burning…It was almost spring, 1999.
*****
“Have you heard from Doc, angel?” Dan asked me.
“No. I plan to buzz him today.”
“Great. Tell him I said, Hi. I’ll be home around 6. I love you, my lady.”
“But, my lord! I love you more,” I said smiling and gave him kisses through the phone.
Doc began his career in the Jungles of Vietnam,… where he earned a Purple Heart and was credited with saving numeral lives… As I was reading about
him, Doc’s icon smiled from my friend’s list. He was on-line. It was 2001.
“Hi Doc,” I sent an instant message.
“Hi girl,” he wrote.
“Would you like to be my main character?”
“Wearing the last black beret?”
“No. ‘In the Jungles of Vietnam.”
“Ha...I would love to represent the 5th SFG in RVN,” he said.
“A Purple Heart…Is that what you have?” I asked him.
“Along with quite a few other awards...but the Purple Heart is the most important one for many reasons.”
“In the Hall of Fame...how do you lead the way?”
“Live the Ranger creed every day” he said.
“Is that a mission?”
“Way of life.”
“Did you choose it?”
“Sure, many years ago...before you were born.”
“What do you use to get going so far?”
“Walk the same as I talk.”
“What makes you go on?”
“I just don't want to die before I give something back to humanity.”
“What does humanity do for you?”
“Provides kindness and love from those I don't know.”
“How do you do your battles: front by front, land, sea, or the air?”
“All of the above.”
“Do you like danger?”
“Not danger...adventure.” he included the smiley icon.
“Is the Earth Unearthly?
“Good question! Sometimes earthy event done my man is unearthly."
“Why are you away from home?”
“Only by choice. I can help those who need my medical skills...”
“What do you believe in, Doc?”
“I believe that life is there to enjoy:
I believe you should treat people the same
I believe great things come to people who never give up...
I believe that heart leads you in the right direction if you follow it
I believe kids could teach adults a lot, if adults would just listen
I believe silence will teach you something if you listen hard
Like you, I believe you should always chase your dreams...
What's with all these questions anyway??” he asked me.
“I'm writing a story.”
“Ah (laughing)...Good...I believe stories can take you anywhere...I'll start writing like a RANGER then...Not mushy stuff...Hooah.
Time’s getting tough...I saved some I could in Kosovo...one amputation...”
*****
“You're saving lives, and I'm writing...What a difference!” I said.
“It is what we do. I'm not a writer...I wish I was.”
“How does it feel to change places? You’re in my country, I’m in yours.” I said.
“I look around, and I like people here!”
“Are you free?”
“I am American...” he said.
“Where do you belong Ranger?”
“THE US ARMY 1st RANGER BATTALION-ELITE.”
“ ELITE?”
“OH YA! “
“Now saving children too.”
“Yes, and I want you to put my story on canvas, one day...”
“You spent your life around the world, what would you say to the world Doc?
“How does the song go...GIVE PEACE A CHANCE.”
*****
Tonight, I sit alone at the table. Someone is staring at me. I hope one day this person will write a story…
I’m waiting for Dan, my chivalrous officer. They call me Venus.
My novelty is that I like dialogue. I’m American too…It’s almost winter…2005.
(( VENUS ))
Venera Lokaj-Smit
U.S.A.
Sometimes, when things don't happen, they make more sense.
The Sound is all that matters...
He: Just saw your profile pic. You are gorgeous!
She: And you fell into a trap, too!
He: What do you mean?
She: I don't mean anything. Just said it. It's Freedom of Speech..!
He: Ah, I see. Really, you are quite beautiful !!
She: And you are quite secretive..
He: Ha, ha,ha...36, male, New York City... 5'11... 190lb... dark brown hair... blue eyes... grafic designer !
She: And you do it your way?
He: Well, I could do it your way too!
She: What's new in New York City?
He: Big storm brewing.... Where are you?
She: Inside.
*****
He: Can I see another pic of you?
She: What's the best about New York City?
He: Diversity.
She: What's the worst about it?
He: The pace.
She: Too slow? Too fast?
He: The pace is too fast!
She: Can you make a change?
He: This is beginning to sound like a therapy session....slow down!!!
She: I do it my way. And I thought you said you could do it my way to!
He: Ha, ha...I can. I will.
She: Will..., a verb or a noun?
He: Verb !
She: If you were the President of the USA, what would you do besides SEX?
He: Hire you as Chairman of the Arts !
She: Huh..in the White House?
He: Yes!....I hate politicians. All lawyers... All liers... Scum.
She: Is that a result of New York?
He: My attitude? Probably, but its the truth.
She: What lies beneath the truth?
He: Solace.
She: Do you always tell the truth?
He: Nope.
She: Why not?
He: For the benefit of others. I'm a visual person. Would love another pic of you... You are stunning.
She: Really?
He: Yes, really!
She: You said, you don't always tell the truth?
He: This time I am. Really!
She: What makes you tell the truth this time?
He: My desires....ha,ha !!!
She: mmm...New York, New York. What do you do in NY?
He: Publishing... Books.
She: Ah, would you publish my story?
He: I would design the cover and the interior for you.
She: I would do that my way. Your desires would just make a mess there.
He: What kind of mess?
She: no passion...no control.
He: Control? hmmm...
*****
She: I read well between the lines... Do you?
He: God, you make me horny!
She: Is this a line from literature?
He: Ha,ha...I think it's from Joyce... Yes!
She: What's one thing in life you would change if you could?
He: Kill all the lawyers !
She: What harm have they done to you?
He: What harm don't they do? People are afraid to help others because of the lawyers !!
She: Is it exiting?
He: How can that be exiting??
She: I meant this Virtual World...
He: Hmmm...you like to be in control, huh... I'm still looking at your picture...
She: What exactly do you see?
He: Your hair looks great up like that... shows off your features... great cheek bones... great eyes too !
She:... still wanna kill all the lawyers?
He: Ahhhh... 4*** all the lawyers !!!!
She: ????
*****
She: ... still there ?
*****
Chat server disconnected... Nothing happened... but Art of Words and the Sound of Desire... So deep.. so obvious.. that LOVE conquers all!
(( VENUS ))
Venera Lokaj-Smit
U.S.A.
He: .... I simply don't understand how you can, simultaneously, like Nietzsche and Kadare?
She: Search the word DISSENTER, and you will have no problem understanding my consents.
He: But that's not what Kadare was. Too bad you keep dwelling on that...
She: IRRECONCILABLE still is Kadare! He was and still is irreconcilable with Albanian reality. Have you ever read his poem 'A Girl'?
Concerned with the complexity of human heart and soul, he is UNIVERSAL too, and the winner of the 'Man Booker International Prize' (2005)....If you don't
detect that shade of meaning, I'm sorry that you hesitate to read between the lines...
IRRECONCILABLE was Nietzsche, with social status, with almost everything around him, it would be naive to think that Nietzsche and Kadare are ONE...
And why do you think its too bad, man? I like THE DAY and THE NIGHT at the same time...it's inspiring, don't you think?
He: I, who can't "read between the lines", am the author of over ten published books and winner of many awards ... Ask about me, or better, search my
name...Too bad you insulted me, I was honest with you.
She: I have neglected the monistic thinking, long time ago. I did not say "You can't", I said "You hesitate".
Liking Nietzsche and Kadare is equal to liking Da Vinci and Picasso..., one is a classic artist, the other is a modernist.
Liking them all, has to do with their extraordinary creativity not with time and space or as you put it "simultaneously".
He: ( keeps silent )
*****
She: Ah, I found you! It was my pleasure browsing through the information on your creativity... well done!
"Words wound. But as a veteran of 12 years in the United States Senate, I happily attest that they do not kill."
- Lyndon B. Johnson
He: Thank You, ma'am, right?
She: ( check )
He: Your activity, ma'am, I enjoyed, and now that I concentrated my attention. Compliments! Yet, I continue to disagree with your esthetic considerations...
How can you like, simultaneously, two poets so different from each-other as is the late great Shkreli and Ali Podrimja? Equal to me liking Picasso and
Monet too..
She: How much it pleases me knowing that my tastes disturb you.
He: Your pleasure increases my concern!
She: Your concern on the up makes me laugh.
He: Your laughter proves that you have a PERSPECTIVE issue. Obvious from some of your activity too...
She: "Your activity, ma'am, I enjoyed, and now that I concentrated my attention. Compliments!" - your antagonism proves that you have an EGO issue.
He: My antagonism is nourished by your nature...I believe I succeeded on insulting you. I call this a victory!
She: How much it pleases me knowing that I keep you sleepless at night.
He: Ok, but this is called a "cyber flirt"...
She: And how is this called, “She killed him with sweet words".
*****
Intoxicated by the game, She shouts, "Paradox! Paradox! Paradox!"
And He simply doesn't understand her consents.
(( VENUS ))
Venera Lokaj-Smit
U.S.A.
The Source of the Voice
© by Venus
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Give Peace a Chance
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He sat alone at the table, smoking at 5 o’clock.
The café was full and the sun was still shining.
His style was old-fashioned. He smiled rarely and I don’t remember his laughter
ever... Middle-aged, not tall with black hair and quite dignified. He was courageous
and calm. He loved helping people. People trusted this man.
His novelty was that he never stared at women. He was a gentleman.
That evening, he stared at his table. He was tired.
I didn’t know his name, and never spoke to him before. They called him ‘Doc’.
The hour of departure had arrived, and we all had to go our ways –
I probably to die, and he to live.
I was Kosovar. He was American.
Chess Game
© by Venus
© by Venus
This is a story about Human Nature who has lost that friendly feeling..
Has remained all alone....
This story has no beginning and no end.
The Magic of it all is the Game.
Has remained all alone....
This story has no beginning and no end.
The Magic of it all is the Game.
The Sound of Desire
© by Venus
© by Venus
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