Two Towers

Rhodes, Greece

“Two towers still standing tall, built in ancient times, but look at them, they are simply fine” Gun Roswell

Two Towers

Brick, by brick, they were laid, by those whom came before us, releasing their visions, of a strong and memorable construct, for the ages to last, no matter what nature and time would throw at the two, they would survive and they should, lasting up and til these days, because the secrets the walls of these two tall towers are able to tell, well, you only need to stay close enough to touch and so much, will be shared.

Pillars of the queendom 

Athens, Greece

“They are the very essence of the structure, the very base of it standing, keeping things up and perhaps even running“ Gun Roswell 

Pillars of the queendom 

The rough looking ancient construct, not much to look at, not anymore anyway, but they are still standing there, smaller than before, albeit in somewhat of a rubble state, still keeping it all together as they are the tether, the glue, the very basis of the structure and so, despite the demise of the general of the house, some of it is still present today, even if the builders let it fall into a disarray, la long time ago. But thanks to these bold pillars still going on strong, building upon them to gently restore, the home of those who came before, is but an task so much motor easier than anticipated. And so without too much of hesitation, a new life is finally given to them, and when completed, this building too will stand tall and for a very long time, soon becoming a steppingstone so fine, a baseline of sorts,  for a whole queendom to be brought forth, the old and the new coming together, joined at the pillars with the invisible tether, standing in the same place, possibly even forever.

Sunshine in the horizon after the storm

Greece, Evia Island

“There is always a ray of sunshine, after a long stormy night, at least, that is what some people say, in the midst of all the dismay“ Gun Roswell

Sunshine in the horizon after the storm

The storm had been roaring in the midst of the small valley for a long while now. The seas grey and ominous as were the skies and the dark clouds a permanent shroud, with thunder and lighting the only distraction from the otherwise dull and dreary existence, lasting as long as anyone even cared to remember.

But then, something was happening, all of a sudden, there in the distance. A glimpse of blue midst all the grey and dark hues. A ray of hope perhaps, but was it here to last, or just a teaser, before another bout of rain and storm was upon. No, it was not, as the longer the dwellers glared out there in the horizon, there was something else on the rising, as the more they glared, the brighter and clearer the skies became.

And soon enough, a glimmer of a bright light started moving all them dark clouds as the sun was emerging beyond the ridge, behind the tallest mountain, moving all the obstacles away, with the strong rays of hope now filling the once gloomy and hopeless skies.

People around and everywhere

“There sure are a lot of people around this time of the day. Then again come to think of it, they seemed to be always around, all the time!” Gun Roswell

People around and everywhere

Lots of people all over the streets, not sure as to what they seek, but they keep on keeping on, strolling, walking, talking, chatting, doing nothing really, except breathing, seemingly happy, but I cannot be sure, whether this is true or not. But then again, there are a lot of them, too many in my opinion, as everywhere I go, they seem to slow down the constant flow and thus disturb the order of things in the whole of the universe, but guess there is some hidden purpose for them after all, as for now, nothing has been stalled, not the Earth from rotating, not the clock from ticking, all of it going forward, just with the change of day and it all starts again. The crowds, the flocking, like birds, only well, nothing.

But, what can you do except maybe just avoid, all those jammed up places where all those wondering people are staying, playing and well, doing really nothing much, then again, as such, guess they have a purpose, even if I myself have yet to find one. All of them going about their daily lives, buzzing in the shops, the bars and even the public transports, which take them home after all that loitering around. Or at least, I don’t know what else to call it, jamming all the good places as they keep on packing in. So, why bother to even go into those places at all, if all those people are such bores? Well, I guess I miss the company!

Light and shadow and a few monuments too

“There is light and there is darkness and in between them, a shadow lies“ Gun Roswell

Light and shadow and a few monuments too

The all human made monuments, standing tall, without any kind of torment
Not just in the brightest of day lights but also in the dankest of nights
But sometimes there are shadows in that specific area all in the grey light
And inside there those supposed inanimate objects of art will come to life
During a time when no one is watching, the monuments are totally glowing
With different kinds of bright, filling their shadowy void with so many lights
But this sight is not for mere mortals to see, but a special occasion indeed
Still, if you happen to be lucky enough and happen to stumble upon such
Then a privilege as such this is for you, as being one of the chosen few
To be able to see the enchanted dance, which has been going on since ancient past
And will only last for mere moments, in their shadowy hideout, ending without
A doubt in a great bang, which songs of the old minstrels sang, and dang
If you the wholesome spectacle did miss, but hey, no need to get pissed
As maybe one day you too, will find that shadowy tune, and then sparkle with
All that powerful and overwhelming colourful light, just between darkness and the light

Monumentally Templed

“There is something about history, the architecture specifically, that leaves this spectator, in total and utter awe” Gun Roswell

Monumentally Templed

The history of all us, still standing tall, in the form, of refurbished temples, after a long while, simply being a pile of rubble. But now, they are built from the base to the top, preserving the architecture and a place of leisure and for some, a place to worship the deities of the past, who had lasted, the testament of time, well, at least, in some of our minds. The great gods of the Olympus, once powerful and mighty, now only a legend for the time being. Who will know, what will happen, when all the temples are once again resurrected, maybe the worshippers will return as will the many gods, but hey, we all know the future is a blur, so let’s just enjoy the nice looking houses for a while, with a huge big smile all the while, predicting of the times to come and whether our current structures will stand and survive the passing times.

Ancient mansions

“They are made of stone, to withstand the testament of time, just wish my house was that fine!” Gun Roswell

Ancient mansions

The ancient builders, hauled around the heavy boulders, just to erect monuments, which would easily surpass the tearing forces of time. Those buildings are still around and standing, some of them just fine while others, might be reduced to piles. But, what ever they were doing, must have been quite right, as still after al the years gone by, with wars and other destruction happening each and every while. We can still see them, all over the world, some of them protected for the herds. But most of all, they are there for us new folk as both a reminder of what humans can accomplish but also, the beautifully detailed architecture to admire.

The portal

“Step into the portal, open wide, and into, the adventure, of your life” Gun Roswell

The portal

When the portal opens, feel free, to step inside, and take a short ride, to the great unknown, and let your mind, be totally blown. Because once you are onboard, there is no single world out there, you cannot visit. And even if the trip seems most of the times quite dizzy, do not dare to stop and get off, but rather make it, to the very end, as the time in there spent, on this merry go round of a thing, you won’t have missed one precious minute, when the fare is finally over. It’s just like you had started and never even parted, your original destination, still, the accumulation, of experience and memory, is all saved, inside your head, for future reference, or when you will dream, in your bed. The portal, is now closing, but look around, maybe another one, a portal with an adventure, soon enough, can be found.

Standing tall, no matter what

“Do not forget your history, as it will always keep on, repeating” Gun Roswell

Standing tall, no matter what

Monumentally so, the history ancient and even more recent, keeps on living, in the books, in the movies, even in our very minds, but most of all, it is still strong, out there, in the fields, on the mountains, beneath our very own feet, just look, you really don’t have to long seek. So, so many good and bad reminders, of our own past, but hey, you always take them, as a package, even if with a loud gasp.

All the tall structures, built strong and proudly, to forever last, by our ancestors, without too many tools or even plaster. Some of the structures, still standing, after all the years passing by, laid out on the planes or even elevated high. Despite the weather, the living creatures and nature growing all around, they were meant to last, even if struggling to survive, all those piles, because those are what they mostly are, will remain, long after, all of us, have left.

Greece and the Water

“There are plenty of places to dive, to swim or even row, in Greece, in a small cove” Gun Roswell

Greece and the Water

Clear blue, endless, cloudless skies, and cool, refreshing blue waters
Suitable, for us lowly peasants, and even, for the kings daughters

The ancient, mighty monuments, surrounded, by the crystals glittering
The many images of the castles, forts and other similar types, on the surface reflecting

Waterfalls, existing in a garden or even, carved by nature
A calming effect, is just the same, no matter which way you venture

When the night slowly falls, and the time, totally stalls
The birds are taking their final flight, before tucking in, for the darkening night

Here I am, sitting, contemplating, for a moment, by the turquoise pool
Now, slowly changing, into deep dark colours, by the eerie shadows

Playing, on the surface, finally daring in, for a nightly dive, in the liquid space
Refreshing, rejuvenating, before finally, falling, into deep sleep in this heavenly place