an unusual night at full moon

It was already after midnight when I reached home the other day...

and quite unusualy I begun soon having an awkward feeling...

not long after I knew where it came from; There! on the floor, laid the cause of my ruin...

the first symptom I can recall was seeing things oversized double...

not liking panic, I tried to solve the problem before it became a torture... by skyping some enemies and friends...

them, having promised to do something about it, I decided to listen to some music in the meantime...

and when the music was over and nothing was happening I sought the words of some Philosophers in residence.

But as befits a real Philosopher, they kept thinking, silent as fish. This attitude I could not take and, as far as I can now recall...

strange thoughts took over my mind. It was a kind of trance as I was trying to find anything to satisfy my cravings... I even thought to cut my best friend off his native roots and smoke him. (His name is Bill, or sometimes Santa-Claus, depending on his role in the seasonable give & take of human interaction) ...

But alas! to no avail... . I didn't do it also for one more reason, as regards smoking, I am a vegetarian. The ashtray looked at me as miserable as ever...

I couldn't do more than bang my head against the wall which increased my torture beyond measure.

And as torture increases, so increases the wish for salvation, dissolution, anihilation... This happened to me too, in a mixture of anxiety, pain andobsessive self-destructing tendencies. I first shaked myself to the kitchen, where all the house poisons have their place...

but in a flash I remembered the little bottle with the most effective poison that exists on this planet! Violin cleaner!

When a bad violinist uses some drops, the public cannot imagine that out of her shining instrument such terrible crashes can ensue, that can kill the best of musical taste! All the better for her, who then can keep the whole money without the vain need to finish the performance!

In my desperation I had now found a solution of my pains. Reason to sing a soothing song in old German tradition!

But such was my excitement and so tragically strong the opposing feelings of innocent joy against the destructive addiction, that my soul prefered giving an abrupt end to all this, by jumping off the high building where I reside.

I burst in tears! tears hot as a shower of boiling rain, or tea drunk too soon after serving. I cried myself a river...

and at that moment I went to write my last will.

Because I'm not especially gifted, the hand of my lame intellectual ruins that I was, sought advice from my intimate room mates, to whom I listened carefully,

but nevertheless, could not agree with their sayings.

Then, out of the blue the words of the exotic Gäbii in G. visited me in the most hopeless moment: 'try Feng-Shui'...

and so I did. Her own special edition! 'Vëng-ßüï in Karlsruhigim'. But the longest I did it the more I wanted to hang myself in the corridor...

At this very moment, when the rope was hung and my prayers completed with 'help me Lord, me the big Zero' there came a knock at the door. Or was it the ringing of the bell? nobody can tell anymore and it also has no meaning trying to find out the exact sequence of events. I rushed my disappointed body to the door...

looked through the secretive opening, by first in discreet silence displacing the lid, wondering who was the mysterious visitor, witness of my own very end! Maybe a competitor out of the distant past, when love had less value than a mere touch on the skin of an unusual young lady? I looked...

and saw ...

a big NOTHING !!! furiously I turned my eyes to the side window and looked outside.

I was not pleased; clandestine clouds were rushing in every direction, not knowing where to pour their awful rain. I returned to the sitting room this time, wanting to make a choice for the proper end. WHAT !? what is THIS there, there, on the table?!

Refined nightmares like this one I have never had and among humans, I believe, no other! a vicious ghost is trying to torture the last drop of hope out of my very being? a blurred glimpse of a not even promised land? in return for what? is the approaching end notenough reward for revenging a frivolous past and a blind future? is the...

'STOP THIS FOOLISH GOSSIPING OF YOURS'

I, I, I turned around to see where this grand voice came from and His awesome straightened finger, gloved in pitch black of the finest penisskin-leather in the world, pointed to the table where I saw again this nightmarish LAST letter...and soon made the connection! 'YOU !?' Yes! it was He Himself !

'LISTEN SIR, I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND I DON'T EVER NEED TO KNOW, BUT IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE. I'M HERE!'

'How did you come in? did you knock at my door? did I ever give you a key? did I call you?'

'FOOLISH YOU ! I ALWAYS APPEAR UNEXPECTED, LIKE THE TAX OFFICIALS. BUT THERE IS ONE DIFFERENCE: THEY TAKE. I GIVE'

'But I looked through the door's opening and saw nothing!?'

'YES, I AM ZORRO BUT FOREIGNERS SOMETIMES UNKNOWINGLY CALL ME "ZERO" '

'This explaines everything! you came as Zero but you are Zorro, no?'

'I'LL TELL YOU ONE THING; WHY DO YOU DO THAT TO YOURSELF. YOU PLAY DICE WITH YOUR LIFE AND THERE'RE MORE ODDS TO LOSE, STOP IT'

'Look mister Zorro, I can accept your friendship in the form of a number of cigarettes but I cannot equally accept your advice. I'm too stupid for that. And if you insist you can have my iron finger in return for your services'

He then stared at me and with a magic movement of his hand appeared some incomprehensible formula made of cigarettes on my table...

'THIS WILL SOLVE YOUR PROBLEM' he uttered 'IT IS PURE MATHEMATICS. YOU MULTIPLY PI (π) WITH THE IMAGINARY NUMBER (i) AND YOU GET A CIRCLE YOU CANNOT IMAGINE !'

'WHAT??? listen mr. Zorro, as I am a zero myself I cannot multiply or divide anything without driving it to extinction and if I add myself to others or go away it makes no difference... Even of zero I'm only the last letter! give me the cigarettes! NOW!!! '

He looked at me and his ironic smile turned quickly to a fatherly warmth. He the said:

'DON'T WORRY BOY, IT'S ACTUALLY ALL ABOUT LOVE, EVEN IF IT'S ONLY LOVE FOR CIGARETTES IT IS THE SAME LOVE. YOU ONLY CAN'T SEE IT '

...and pafff ! he disappeared like he has never been there ... I didn't like that! not polite at all for a Mr.Zorro!!! I looked everywhere to find him...

but no result... he left and didn't even tell me where he purchased these wonderful gloves of his! I'll never let him in my house again... pffff ! But looking out of the window again the sky was illuminated with a colourful glow! ah, dawn is coming early, it seemed...

I looked at it for some moments without finding anything unusual. Then after having lighted and smoked the first cigarette of this particular night, I took my flute and played some notes of the Magic Flute...

it sounded hot! on the lips especially, but the ears as well !

And as I was playing I looked again out of my window and it was night once more; and the stars where shining like never before, with one out of the millions of little twinkling lights happily flying out there where no human has ever been. And it all mingled with the warm sounds of the Magic Flute in a wonderful symphony!

Moral of the story : (anyone a better verse, pliiiiiiiiiiiiiiizzz?)

If your are a smoker and thus not wise,
one night you may implore
for a cigarette, or otherwise
any guests thou will deplore!