Vulture 1748 (painter’s explanation) The right or wrong longing drove the twilight of the young peltast to the unstopped nocturnal mountains into the wild crevasses of Orthodoxy into the thick glens and cypresses of panic to the moral promotion of the tough Fate along colonnades of morning matins and torpor? Who could be the leader of rebellion fame love rhetor? They have been true to who’s bidding but the petty officers? Father killers and good pedophiles with only the secondary necrophilia as justification for the endless, and extremely vile, attacks against the glory seekers? Wonder whether, hearing the, oh, children, of the pain seeker painters the metaphysical city is hidden inside the presented paintings and while the warring hammers fall onto heads and the ravines buzz from the ruin of battle and the hymns of fighting saints the voice is heard: “Marko Kralle, what do you want? Here is no play and laughter. Here are the Balkans”
have to do now is carry on one day at a time. I’m sure we’ll manage. If you are concerned about money, don’t worry, we’ll find our way.” “I don’t worry about money, mother—not at all. I’m just trying to see life without Dad from now on. It will be hard to adjust.” “We’ll manage, you’ll see. Just be careful and take care of yourself. Hakim appears to be a very good man and I know he’s to come into a lot of money. Your father told me all about it.” “Why did Dad look into Hakim’s life, Mom?” “Well, honey, that was your father.” Later at around six, Hakim tells Jennifer he wants to go see how his uncle is. The limo will take him to the Sheraton Hotel and from there, when he’s done with Ibrahim, the driver will drive him to his apartment. Cathy gets up also and says goodnight to Emily. “Don’t forget to call anytime, remember?” Helena also says goodnight and leaves. “I’d like to go with Hakim, Mom. Are you going to be alright?” “I’ll be just fine, honey. Go, I’ll be just fine. Talal may stay for a while to keep me company. You just go.” Hakim is ready to go, when Talal whispers in his ear, “I’ll stay for a while to keep Emily company, okay?” “Are you going to be okay?” Hakim asks, looking at Talal. “We’ll be just fine. You guys go and see Ibrahim. Say hi to him for me.” They walk out to the limo and Rassan sits in the front with the driver and Hakim with Jennifer sit in the back. Fifteen minutes later they arrive at the Sheraton. They find Ibrahim in his suite happy because he’s out of the clinic and because the chemotherapy hasn’t given him any negative side-effects, so far. “Hello, my uncle, how are you?” “I’m fine, my dear boy. What is this about Jennifer’s dad?” “He is dead, sir. The police are doing their work now; we’ll hear from the medical examiner in the next little while,” Jennifer says. “Oh, my dear, oh, I’m so sorry,” he opens his arms as if ready to hug Jennifer. She takes the opportunity and falls into his arms. Ibrahim is a bit surprised by this; however, he knows that this is customary for North Americans, and he hugs the young woman. Hakim smiles. His uncle is very fond of Jennifer, and that pleases him a lot. Ibrahim is already prepared for his return home and Rassan is making the flight arrangements for as early as tomorrow. Mara will be most happy to have him home with her.
Jewelry Box In front of the mirror she is trying one jewel after another comparing them to the gleam of her eyes she smiles, placing a diamond between her breasts tiny yet exquisitely bright adorning her curves where the hungry eyes of men always fall men whom she’ll meet at tonight’s ballroom
Manolis Aligizakis 