Call me a thief

They called me a thief.

In the distance (sea, salt, flat sky) I saw a ship passing by. The bigger the ship, the more people, the more men. My eyes look further than human eyes ever could do. The silent way of passing by. Itchy fingers and the grey sky. No waves to make you sink and drown. No wind to make you continue either. At my mercy. Have you ever seen water as still as here? Not a single ripple.

The atmosphere, it gets crazy life. I cannot explain how it feels, but if I could, I’d hunt you down. Patience is a lie. I do not know it, and years have passed without handing you over. My fingers itch. I can almost feel my wings moving, but I do not fly.

I wonder where you are now. Are you on the ship? I’ve been searching for you, I’ve brought all those ships down just to see your face, your eyes, to feel your fingers on my skin again, anything. Anything. And the ship comes closer. I stretch out my arms. Wind. Straight to me.

I’ll break your heart
To keep you far from where
All danger starts…

Before they realize, before they know, I attack. The fear in their eyes – their, not yours, not yours – if they are not you, I do not need them. I throw them away, rubbish, waste. Only worth a sting from my most deadly angle, from my vampire teeth. Go away. Where are you?

Where are you?

The men are dead and the ship has sunk and you weren’t there. I’ve spent years looking for you, but not a single boat contained your flesh and bones. Not even your scent or name. Nothing but a thought, the thought that on the next ship, you’ll be there and I’ll find you.

They call me a thief.
They call me a thief…

The Dots Effect

Ulysses and the Sirens by Hebert James Draper

I’ve talked before about strange coincidence and connecting dots etc. And I will do the same today! Right the same.
To understand my probably chaotic explanation, I have to give you a background. I’m in my last year of high school, and that means I have to write a sort of paper about a certain subject that I had to choose a while ago. I have chosen for the mythological Sirens. Those creatures are sexy birdwomen who live on an island and seduce men with their enchanting songs so that the men die due to shipwreck. Behind the lights of perfection, there are bloodthirsty birds. They appear in the story about Ulysses, the smart man who fought in Troy and who traveled ten years to return home. They passed by that dangerous island but thanks to the intelligence of Ulysses, they survived. The Sirens must have been angry.

Do they make you think of mermaids? Quite probably. On the painting you see here, one of the girl is a real mermaid. But there is something essentially different: mermaids are partly fish, not bird. Which means that the picture you see there, isn’t right. (Keep that in mind, my dears. It will make you seem so smart!) There are a lot of creatures that resemble Sirens, because of their deceptive beauty or enchanting voices. You could consider them to be family of the Sirens.
One of those members is the Slavic Sirin. A Sirin is just the Slavic version of the Sirens, partly bird, partly woman, with stunning voices and everything. And now, the great revelation: Vladimir Nabokov used to write using the name Vladimir Sirin!
You might be wondering what is so special about that. Well, Nabokov is the writer of my favourite book: Lolita. (The image was a hint.)

Coincidence? Do I have to believe that?
Now tell me, my dears, what is your favourite book? Do you know Lolita? Have you read it already? Tell me all about it. I will listen patiently.