Constanza Midnight (Part One)

1. The boy is not a man in the desert.

Darkness is not to be confused with evil.

He that is sinful amongst ourselves, let him first CAST A STONE in the middle

of a raining Black Hole.

Science drew a triangle and answers were achieved.

Constanza Midnight (Part Two)

2. Those who cast the stone definitely increased possibilities of being hunted (or aroused)

Is the question that drew from the answer a crucial question per se?

The love that is carried away through blossoms and brightness truly drowns the Wintergreen that spread like wildfire around the Garden.

Persephone stood up and smiled: "Let's not return to the Garden."

Let us not indeed.

A sudden awake from reality drives me and pulls me down-to-earth, up-to-the-toe

and I am getting close to finding an answer.

Constanza Midnight (Part Three)

3. A variegated revelation:

It is not Midnight when the sea is aligned with the Pendulum at the turn of the Century.

Leave the petals astray.

Men astray in Constanza Midnight.

Darkness is not to be confused with evil.

The space is withdrawn within its Black Hole. Science-Fiction at its best and I have not been the same ever since.

Brain? Fried. Demented.

The revolution begins at the Nectar of love that is

allegedly found at The Photon Band.