Alien: Tulip Fever

15.11.2017

Tulip Fever

I like the smell of all fishermen

just like all the disciples of Jesus 

mabe even jesus's smelled like fish

personally himself

17th Century,Amsterdam, 

Desire, obsession, betrayal

a young married brunette lady in blue 

with passion in affair 

with a young handsome painter,

forbidden love in temptation

 accompanied by the beauty of exquisite smell 

of those blood red Holland tulips,

such a historical age,

ı feel, ı feel that distinctive texture of the unique term.

ı can feel that ancient smell of musk in the air.

Passion,Ambition, yeah satan awaits you right there, 

his tongue is poisinous and his lies are cruel,

once you take your place on the creepy lap of darkness

you won't see, no common sense, it's just emptiness

not even awair of the inevitable consequences of their transient passion, 

enthusiasm just as a weak light of a fast burning candle 

which's doomed to an end with disappoinment,frustration and gloom.

Nothing left behind,  

from temporarily burning flames of your taking lust but the ashes, 

however there's a dazzling light of eternity 

waiting for as with trust ,for a permanent and inclusive universal love.

A fake attempt of suicide, her blue dress floating on the water

just wait until you see her surreptitious shadow in an old monestry 
for a last time

and paint your art of desperaton 
on the rotten cold stones.

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Alien