Tan solo unos segundos de su mirada, y él perdió su
vida entera.
No fue necesario más tiempo ni más espacio, más
encuentros o más mujeres. No se necesitó otra cosa en el mundo que ese agudo
par de ojos de fuego, ojos marrones con tinturas del líquido vital de las
arterias; rojo sangre.
Él perdió toda su existencia toda su voluntad, toda
su disciplina, todos sus ideales. Las leyes físicas y morales ya no se cumplían
igual para él, todo cambió, todo se movió. Sus pasos se volvieron inestables,
su mente se nubló por completo.
Su alma sintió la vivacidad de la muerte. Todo cambió.
Tan solo fueron un par de ojos de una mujer peculiar,
ojos que lo hicieron morir de inmediato y renacer. No sabía nada de ella, de dónde
venía, a donde iba, no sabía si en verdad existía o si volvería a verle. No
sabía nada.
Un momento de distracción de él, un instante de ocio
que lo que llevó a pasear su mirada hacia la multitud atenta que se aglomeraba
en la planta baja del palacio. Divagando su mirada entre todas esas personas,
un movimiento discreto y repentino en esa multitud es lo que hizo que sus ojos ébano,
hicieran que su aliento se detuviera por ella.
Ella reservada, con aspecto sumiso por la
inclinación de la cabeza hacia adelante, haciendo reverencia, ella atenta al
discurso del emperador, se atrevió a pasear por unos segundos sus ojos rojos hacia
la clase alta que se encontraba en frente, a lo alto, imponente.
En ese preciso momento fue cuando él detectó ese
ligero movimiento de cabeza, y sus ojos se encontraron con los de ella…
En ese instante perdió su alma, ella se la robó.
Esos ojos de fuego hirviente hicieron que su corazón disciplinado olvidara toda
su realeza, que olvidara sus tradiciones, sus reglas, que viera que toda su
vida en ese gran imperio era insignificante.
Él se sintió pequeño, sin importancia, su alta
estirpe se le resbaló por el cuerpo y se quedó con su alma desnuda y frágil.
Ella de clase muy baja, humilde, se convirtió en la sultana de su mente, en la
principal maravilla de su mundo, en su vida completa.
Créditos
Palabras inspiradas en las historias orientales que tanto amo, donde los príncipes o emperadores se ven obligados a dejar su crianza por el amor de una mujer.
La historia es simplemente un encuentro, una de las cosas que más aprecio en la vida son eso, los encuentros que cambian todo.
Dibujo incompleto a lápiz y palabras por Bárbara Badillo.
Let's celebrate the eighth season of the year, the arrival of the dark, cold winter; Yule.
"We walk through the forest unseen, like the whisper of leaves and the sorrow of trees."
"Papa Winter is yet to come, stillness and slumber entwine all around his children... "
"Tesoros mágicos puedes encontrar, sólo abre tu corazón y ahí estarán"
"The beloved Father Sun has gone to sleep, let us wait patiently for his warm return. In this Winter's Solstice be with the ones you love, keep your spirit high and your heart strong."
"We come luminous and bright, dancing with the light of Father Sun"
"In winter we return to the soil where we were born, we sleep soundlessly waiting to be reborn."
"The beloved Father Sun has gone to sleep, let us wait patiently for his warm return. In this Winter's Solstice be with the ones you love, keep your spirit high and your heart strong."
"Con los primeros rayos cálidos de tu amor despierto, tu amor abrazador toca mi piel y cada poro reacciona. Soy la pequeña semilla que ha dormido durante el oscuro invierno, soñando germinar de nuevo. Tuve que dejar morir todo lo que ya no me pertenecía, tuve que dejarme morir dolorosamente. Estuve dormido en el silencio, descansando, retomando la fuerza necesaria para revivir con tu fuego sagrado. Hoy me despierto y escucho tu canto, es momento de levantarse de nuevo; empezar a vivir. Hoy renazco amando tanto a la luz como a la oscuridad, en el balance que designa la naturaleza, en mi propia armonía. Vuelvo a nacer contigo en un ciclo de sabiduría ancestral y eterna."
"Yuletide Season" is inspired in the hope of the rebirth of the Father Sun. In winter all creatures sleep, hide or die, but it is only the temporary death of the wise Mother. Nature always knows that hibernation is the previous step to be born again, stonger and wiser. As creatures of nature we too have to die to be reborn as higher beings.
I hope this long cold winter gives you the necessary time to be with yourself and meditate about who you really are or want to become.
Photography, concept, makeup and words: Bárbara Badillo
Once upon an ancient dark time, there lived for many a thousand years, a beautiful Vampire Queen named, Carmilla.
This lonely and misunderstood being had the most melancholic beauty, serpent form magnetism and dreamy voice. Though she seemed a maiden made of pure moonlight she also was a ferocious and hot-blood craving creature.
Her kingdom was long gone, her ancestors had ruled the shadows for many centuries, but the growing of christianity made the hunters thirst for dark demon's heads, and so, all her relatives and allies were slain mercilessly.
With everything gone from her aristocratic life, she survived many years hiding in her castle of cold wet stone and sad memories.
A century of numbing loneliness passed, hiding of the fiery loving sun, roaming in the enchanted vast forest, speaking with other solitary children of the night... sometimes sharing a bloody meal in a wild animal feast. Living a life of a sorrowful shadow.
Although Carmilla the vampire had never been married, her passionate yet unknowing heart wanted to feel the warmth of true love. Something in her dreams told her that she needed not to be so alone.
One night, while the twilight still lingered, she realized that she wasn't dead as all her kin, she wasn't a cold dry corpse rooting in oblivion, she was a living creature thirsty for life and hungry for love.
If a prayer can be answered for a Vampire, her benevolent father, the night, gave her an answer...
***
In a chilly afternoon, while the the trees sang with the November wind, a lovely sweet maiden decided to wander in the forest near Carmilla's ghost Kingdom. This kind soul wanted to collect some specific herbs and berries that only grew near the gates of the abandoned castle. She never imagined what things could lurk in those realms.
The delicious nectar of Laura's natural smell was the first thing the vampire sensed. Carmilla followed the trace as a hungry wolf follows its pray. As she searched for the owner of that compelling aroma, her beastly instinct awaken in a different kind of way.
Finally she saw her victim's silhouette between the bushes, her eyes darkened, black abysses, her sharp fangs and nails prepared to cut the flesh, her body trembled with hunger... she stepped out of the shadows and presented herself to her prey; for love is life.
At the very moment Carmilla saw those big innocent eyes, her heart filled with warm love. To see Laura's face was to see the beauty of dawn, the color of roses, the breath of pure Love.
Laura was astonished by the dreary exquisiteness of Carmilla's presence, but the most compelling thing of all, and the thing that moved her sweet kind heart was the melancholy that reigned in the Vampire's eyes. Those fierce yet sad eyes, made Laura wanted to hold that raven maiden and never let her suffer again; for love is life.
Carmilla the Vampire Queen, now felt a different kind of hunger, yes, she wanted to consume that beautiful girl, but not in the flesh-eating blood-drinking manner, no, her heart felt a very inusual craving. She realized she loved and wanted that pretty day-walking creature, she hoped for love, for a life where loneliness existed no more. She wanted love, so she decided to embrace it.
"I have been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with
you." How beautiful she looked in the moonlight!
-"Carmilla", Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu,1871
The lonely vampire approached Laura cautiously, with her serpent-like movements, the sweet girl felt as if she could breathe for the first time, she wasn't afraid of the maiden with ebony hair, she wanted to be with her, even though her christian beliefs told her not to.
Laura was too a child of nature, and all laws in nature are merciful with one another. Her will was to accept the life that Carmilla offered, accept her love, her body and her red kiss.
With gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips traveled along my cheek in kissess;
and she would whisper, almost in sobs,"You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one forever"
-"Carmilla", Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, 1871
In the middle of the placid night, with the bright and pale Goddess shining in her perfect circumference, under the gaze of the beloved stars, Laura gave herself willingly to the vampire, not as a victim but as a fellow equal. Carmilla accepted her in such love that her heart burned as the sun, tears of pure devotion ran through her face and entwined with Laura's warm blood. Both creatures accepted each other and promised to care for one another for all eternity.
After a while they left that forsaken place of ghosts and desolation. They started a new kingdom of their own, living their partnership at its fullest, melting in the peaceful shadows of the night realm; for love is life.
The End
"The children of the night... what music they make." -Dracula, Bram Stoker, 1987
CAST AND CREDITS
"Carmilla's Longing" Picture Story is inspired in the characters of the gothic novel by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu "Carmilla" (1871-2)
The novel "Carmilla" was one of the early works of vampire fiction, previous than Bram Stoker's "Dracula". This work shaped many other vampire stories of those times, giving the seductive personality to the female vampire we all identify nowadays.
I personaly fell in love with the main character when I first read it, back in my teens. The way Laura describes Carmilla moved me dearly, that is what I wanted to express in the photos, only that here in my story, both of them have the happy ending they wanted. I've always been fond of vampire romance so I really hope you enjoy it as much as we did.
Photography Concept, Makeup, Written Story and "Vampire Queen Carmilla" Character: Bárbara Badillo
Photography, Editing and "Laura" Character: Nuria Díaz
Hola a todos, de nuevo estoy de vuelta con un pequeño texto acerca de la energía y propiedades metafísicas de las piedras y los cristales. En esta ocasión expondré el Cristal Opalita...
imagen de cristalage.com
La Opalita es un cristal hecho por el hombre, pero eso no significa que no tiene propiedades energéticas sanadoras.
Este cristal ayuda a mejorar la comunicación y la interacción entre las personas, ayuda a aceptar cambios y transiciones al igual que fortalecer la expresión propia. También promueve flujo de energía en los negocios y trabajo.
Collar Reina Bruja
Dentro del ámbito espiritual, la opalita se vincula con el chakra del 3er ojo, pues incita la comunicación y erradica cualquier bloqueo que lo inhiba.
Aretes Reina Bruja
Gargantilla Reina Bruja
La opalita es muy atractiva ya que es semi transparente con reflejos arcoiris hermosos, luce bellísima en collares, pulseras, aretes y anillos.
Lleva contigo algún cristal opalita para su propósito, recuerda limpiar tus piedras y cristales poniéndolos bajo el sol, a lado de una planta o rociándoles agua de mar. Recarga su energía con la luz de la luna llena y dale su propósito.
Born from the night, I have always seen myself as a shadow wandering within the realms of the living. I am much alive, I have true life flowing through my veins, it is my own flesh and blood; my own light.
As stars need a black canvas, I too need the night to unveil my beautiful and wild nature.
Born of velvet shadow I am the dark light that wanders in every echo, follow me to the haven in which I am strong and real.
