the story of nico the dolphin magician princess of South Namibia

the usual
day
study
and no play
for nico
the dolphin princess
of South Namibia
in the region of the Teresita galaxy Town
born in Neptune
in the year 2004 of the Mayan Calendary
Born heir of the throne to the Teresita galaxy
when she was 5
she developed magic
around dolphins
that is why she is nicknamed "dolphin princess"
when she was 10, she had her first heart broken
(remember that Teresiteans have at least 4 hearts)
and she wrote five books: some of poems, and some of stories, which became instant best sellers in diverse galaxies
such as the pixie galaxy, which revolves around crazy little children making music, the venus galaxy, that involves broken hearted women who search for their strength and beauty without men
and also the corean galaxy
which made innumerable copies of the books, that were sold cheap because they were unregistered copies
when she was 15 she decided to be a doctor
she always knew biology was the key to life, and therefore she had to manage the language of life, and also death
and when she was 16 she preformed her first surgery
taking the unhealthy heart of a dolphin
and replacing it with an electric one
later, believing that the heart contained the soul
weeped for weeks for what she had done
At the age of 18 she finnally rendered some exams and became an actual magician
She also entered the best Medicine College in the known half of the universe, called Skp (Serious Knowledge for Professionals)
She performs in a Circus-Aquarium in the afternoons and studies in the mornings, becoming independant from her family in monetary matters.
She lives with some friends and School mates near her College.
Every performace is said to be different because she is one of the most renowned dolphin trainers in the Galaxy, partly because of the fact that she has been sorrounded by them since she was 3 and asked for her first pet dolhpin, also because her particular sensibility is in tune with the dolphins harmonious view of life.
She is still studying Medicine, hoping to be both a people's doctor, and also a veterinarian.
Her three remaining hearts have become a stable functioning machine, waiting for her lover to come and start a different life together.
While she is finishing her studies, her arts are at her best. She is still at the Circus Aquarium, but it has become a multi-planet and multi-galaxy show. Starting live every Friday and Saturday at 2000 hours Earth Time for almost a quarter of the Universe.
Her shows start with calm music, and her hair floating in the wind. then, after a flame throws her to the water, the real fun beggins. It changes every day, because she likes to improvise, and most of the time "the dolphins just want to play and have fun with my magic, they just react to the things i do, and then we start a conversation full of metaphors. The real core of it is we care for each other, I really love them, and they really love me. That is what people see and sense in the shows, and more importantly, what attracts them".

singalong

sing: la-la-la-la-la, no particular rythm at all. figuring as you go along where you stop and when you start again, maybe humming once in a while.
at some point try and stand up, walk out the door.
breathinair.
shout to your dead parents, try and climb the neighbours wall.
if you do succeed and do not fall, go ahead into the living room and continue singing.
Eventually someone will join in.
good luck

for her

it was ok that i did not wake up at 10 that day.
next day, when i hit the shower the clock showed 714am.
She was asleep in my bed when i left the apartment.
My mood was cloudy that day, i remember it very well.
Nothing had changed for a few years so i decided i had to do something.
i went down to the clinic, took a blood sample and wrote in red:
"to my dear darling, all my love written in my blood"

this is me.

the sun shone in the screen as cars passed out in the street.
it was a clear day for a lonely freak.
it was obvious to the birds outside of the window the day would have an abrupt end.
there were no wars, no comets coming down. It was just a bad stroke of depression coming down on the freak.
He thought about jumping, but it was the second floor.
It was then he thought he could write himself to death.

ps: welcome to my life