Dear Readers and Watchers
Winter is dying, this is the fact. Pretty usual event, someone could argue, considering it happens every year in this period. Well, these people could be right... but are actually wrong, because every Winter who dies doesn't resuscitate: all in all every Winter, like every person, is unique. The evidence of this statement, that you could consider the most scientific of all dogmas, or viceversa, is that every Winter brings something new, better, worse, different anyway.
During this Winter, while the trees of my forest were struggling to lose their gangrenous leaves, new people have walked the dark paths of this realm and some of them have decided to become frequent visitors, to my great pleasure.
These are "the Watchers"
In the same period I have had the chance to face a new challenge: to scream and growl in a 'Black Metal demo'.
Not satisfied of having tortured my throat, I've then decided to 'oblige' some of the pilgrims passing through this 'place in the net', to listen to those 'songs' and tell me what they thought about. Hence I discovered that they were brave and strong: them all, in fact, endured the pain and survived, and someone had the courage to answer.
These are "the Braves"
With the season I'm so pervasively talking about almost to an end, the DragonMaster, I always saw as a friendly spirit in the days of fog, has decided to leave, maybe just for a while, the deviant pages of this book of pixels. I wish him all the best!
This is "the One we've lost"
Sad things and good ones we had, not only 'surfing the net', of course . Nevertheless now it's time to stop this miserable elegy and think to the (dark) chest of wonders the incoming Spring has in store for us. However, not before mentioning some 'beautiful creatures' who are worth remembering here, for a reason or another.These are "the Ones who remained"
To all of you, my dear watchers and occasional readers, to all the ones whose icons glitter like stars in otherwise poor sky of this journal... I say THANK YOU!!!!!!!