About: Beautiful Mother 01-03

Im very, very glad to finally be able to do a proper work about this, the first story, Im rewriting it all using the same line of what it said before, along with remaking the very old first drawings I made, I think those were, I cant even remember, though the top one I left the same, then I remembered that at the end theres another version of it, I dont know if Ill change that.

Yes, there is a lot to change…

This story has two themes going on, first you have the daughter coming back from a long injury caused amnesia, so she, tries, to remember the very first, her parents and their story.

They were very poor, being a hippie Im sure leaves more money nowadays than back then, and Grandma Aurora the First made some, emmmh, “questionable” decisions… you know, Im kind of the same, it wouldnt make sense to me to drown myself in a more, materialistic life, yet, I have no children.

“Oh, please…
Then you get cheesy cause you have to explain
A thousand months in the future, what happened one day.”

On the other hand, you have plenty of wealth and an structured family, he, he was an odd sheep, with a very peculiar personality, the thing is, he was the only one, there was no one else to fill the role.

The shapes were too “roundy”, normally I would have remade it all, but I liked the colors I had, so I went for it, I think I did a pretty good job, the old drawing didnt even had faces.

I really like this one, the old drawing was missing a lot but I liked the style of their posses, so I went with it, and Im happy with the results.

She sold “art” to lustful rich men… she made the connection, got a commission, the rest was done by other people.

But he, because of his personality, he was very cool, so they ended up getting drunk and having fun together, their whole relationship was like that, like a big party.

And back to the present, someone is not having a good time… all the details of why are explained in further stories. As for the drawing, I was clueless when I did it and eventually called it finished, but now that I look at it, Im happy.

Someone is inlove with her mommy… just saying. The cliche is to make your mother your wife, but here is much different, first she is your mother, then everything else tags along. Which means, discipline time… ruuuuuuuuun!!!

“Didnt I told you to get rid of those birds?”

A sad story about a couple of them, turned out to be happy at the end!!. Drawing in the making.

When I finish, Ill tell you about it. Its grass with water at the left. He at the bottom, only has one eye.

It might take a little while, cause Im happy about this and that, and enjoying it.

I dont think I would do a fair translation, so lets just enjoy the melody:

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A Girl Named Aurora 01 ~Beautiful Mother~ 03

Why not play opposite sides?
When there is too much information coming back
Cause you know, its full of gaps about this and that
It is not healthy to live on broken blurry data
Yet you will never read about it
Its all fantasy for their entertainment
One more reason to lose respect
About their conception of self and, well, so
One moment is all happiness
The next time is all horrible pain
By the third it is easier to realize, what was really what.

Aurora is a very resistant person
Puffs like a little balloon
It should be a show, for the moment of too much
But then she just plays acting here and there and the pressure lows
Was she right or wrong? she doesnt know
Better said, she doesnt seem to care
One wonders why cant she just live without…
You already forgot so much, why not, keep on?

Near a lake and a forest, there was a villa with huge mansions, one of the best were the home of a wonderful mother and her little daughter, it wasnt close to the city but wasnt faraway either, snow was beautiful and fun to play with, and if there was a blizzard, your mother had to stay home and be with you, at least in the same house, and you could camp at her room door.

It was a pleasant relationship about pleasure
Everything else fell on its place, on its own
Like her strong will to be alone
And now she had the place to do so
Let the snow covers the trails of whats done
It was the perfect pregnancy
By all measures and standards
Its like she took the medical books about excellence
And decided to perform those
So much she also delivered at home
It was, perfect.

Now that the baby was out of her body
She honestly didnt knew what to do
All issues and everything was fine
The depression of the baby was not within her anymore
So lets go out to live life in the fullest of glows!!
Take care of, what?
You cant have someone else home with her many habits
What about the father?
Mmmmmmmmmm
No, no, no, you got it all wrong
If he takes care of that, then, then
She can close that circle and move away
If I was the father, I wouldnt be there!!

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A Girl Named Aurora 01 ~Beautiful Mother~ 02

Troublesome, and tiresome, and worrisome
In her dark blue room
Hormones within the blood, and the senses
It becomes, difficult
Following such created natural emotions under her current condition
And situation, so you think, of how it could be done, before.

Jeff was a young wealthy man who was born and lived in a northern city, since he was a little boy he learned to well behave, be serious as a responsible adult and manage properly his belongings while taking notes of what went where. His father was the lead of the large family business, both of the parents educated Jeff with care and hoped that one day he could follow his father steps. Jeff was happy with himself, he wasnt the kind of person who cried when his reading glasses accidentally broke, or when something came unexpected, because he had a well structured life that let him face problems with ease.
But not everything was going perfect, Jeff was prepared for business decisions and relationships, but very, indifferent, when dealing with personal affairs.

One dinner time, mommy said loud and not so fast
“A wife and having children, such a bless
Little ones made from the finest clay
Vices wont crack, Illness wont misshape
Pleasant colors for all to watch
And very proud about its past”

High class parties and events
Beyond work he didnt even know why he was there
To clean after desire was beyond unwanted
Everything was pretty normal until the night he met
A very beautiful woman, a little older than him

He was very lucky that night, as her plans fell apart
She was there to convince, to finally seal an art business deal
However something happened, it did not complete
So wasting her time, she sat down besides him
Without even noticing a thing
Just to get drunk, bad mood gets sunk for free.

With such a sight at short distance, thoughts easily leave your mouth.
“It happens that I dont feel interest about much of anything
So it will be hard, for me to drool over your heels”
“You might think, I miss a thing or two, in case of a certain result
yet I collect along the way, enough for me to care”
“It is weird for me to say, for art I lost one tenth
I believe I rather sing: In a foreign distant shrine I gave a teeth”
“What about a swing and a scheme?
You enjoy it all yet you also keep the tree
You just need to grow some thorns
Then one day I will call
Hey, the baby was born”.

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A Girl Named Aurora 01 ~Beautiful Mother~ 01

When will I remember you?
Will I be older and stronger than you?
What will it take me to remember you?
Will I be able to come back if I forget?
All I know is to tell lies
As time presses and it becomes dark
I dont even know how to explain
About the sand, the moon and the waves.

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Beautiful Mother 01

“First love is forever, only you, only you”.
She gets a laugh being like that
Also about her name not to be remembered in this world
It is said it does not belong to a single lady
Its a name that was shared, perhaps also its fate.
Once upon a time, Auroras mother told a short story about how much she hated the name cause it was the same as her mother, and that being the reason she shared it with her little daughter.
Close together? that may be normal for someone that age
Shall I look for another word?
To say the world revolved about their own
Truthful, I must say, she is willing to do as she says
Aurora talked about her life
Her little one could not see with her own eyes.

She was a somehow normal girl
Its just convenient for me to say
Father, mother and younger brother
Strange relationship is called when it is difficult to understand
Poverty is a given, nothing to do is the game
It is said she took her brothers hand
Lead him to find a nice place to sit outside
Surprise as you come home, and nobody is there.
Would you cry all night?
Or worry if people could find out
No money nor food in sight
It is said brother and sister, at that moment took their own ways
Into the world that didnt care, all for several times
Until one, those were back, with nothing in their hands.
“I will not forgive” she said as she stood proud
Kind of tiresome, to go back to the old life
What a young girl could have done?
Desire and wealth dance in the middle of the night.
And in the future, there shall be another one
To decide as she did once
And so, I tell, that first time
Discard became a problem of body and mind, therefore
At the second time.
And another difference
He, he and his family
He and his family and their businesses
He was in a race to be the first choice
The head brings pride and joy
To step on the line as others before
And in the game of trade and pretend
If he was to get married, he needed a chain
To bring more to the table than flees and debt
Now, lets not get carried away
Someone smarter planned much ahead
She said, lets take it all, these all are fair play
Theres a house by the mountains, Ill go there and take care
And when it is done I will say
“Im gonna give you my name as well”.

Oh, please…
Then you get cheesy cause you have to explain
A thousand months in the future, what happened one day.

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Coffee Drinking 55

Feeling a bit better from the flus, draw, draw, draw, working on the stories, finishing and moving forward, really feels good.

These are also from “Satellite of Love”, neverending amnesia and the broken shell leaving everything behind to fulfill the wishes of the dormant core… it is too long to explain though, cause of many details from the Aurora main story.

That is supposed to be like:

“Different masters, different direction” or something like that. The Actress is not replacing the core, but Auroras beloved ultracute cousin.

But she naturally cant, nor even wants to, she is just exited for good looking, strong, intelligent, nice minded new boyfriend.

Ruuuuun!!!

Oh, theres nowhere to… well, the shell destroyed-left behind everything else to make it to this point, as none of that belong to the true self, problem is, this aint it either, so, uhhhh, such a problem, kind of difficult to hide when youre naked.

I didnt change this much, hair and clothes, and a bit more sweetness in her eyes.

Eventually everything breaks, as there is no real personality, it is still dormant, all you get are a chain of “creepily” developed shallow reactions, and so, someone is maaaad.

She is having none of it and breaks up, she doesnt even know how deep his problems are, nor care, she is nice enough to send him to some help, but thats it, she has her own life to worry about.

What happens next? ahhh, such a mystery… Ill leave it for when I remake those drawings. There is no “vengeance” or anything, that wouldnt even make sense. For that to do, you need a whole new story with everything redone, and that is “Taken by the Demons”, the (evil) twin story of this (good) one.

And well, why did the Actress “failed” (not that she tried) to wake up the core personality????

Ahhhhhhh, good question. Anyway, I dont think Aurora and her are compatible.

For you it make look like a smile, but for me it is an “I know what youre thinking, weasel” expression.

Ahhh! its too late!!! I need to fix the place before the birds come for breakfast.

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A not so christmasy post in christmas, not about much cause flus come and go.

“Bus (illegally) crossing the border”.

Back then you could do it, nowdays I have no idea, probably not.

This is from “Satellite of Love”, Aurora remains in the depths of amnesia and the shell personality tries to figure things out on its own, and just goes for it.

Thats the old drawing, very old.

The stick is a childish sexual joke, and to the left is a fantasy version of Aurora that resembles her Mother and herself, “Image of Aurora”, before the Little Wolf child personality of Aurora, comes the image of her Mother, in the very beginning of the awakening from a loooong amnesia.

I have another drawing but still some details to be ready, and I better sleep cause Im getting a flu headhache.

Such a morning, poorly behaved birds and sickness, thank you Santa!!

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Coffee Drinking 53

I wanted to make more drawings to make up for the missed day(s), but the next one is taking its time to get done.

This is from “A Little Wolf Inside A Girl”, that tells about the fugue state.

Youre gonna get blisters if you walk too much without socks… the thing about the first two books, volumes, or whatever, is that Aurora adapts her reality at that moment with the stories of the past, for example here, that is the catholic priest collage by the catholic curses center, wearing sandals is a new fashion, also that old small backpack has gotten replaced and nowdays a bird at the hospital uses it as a place to lay.

In the later stories you either find confirmation of what happened, or the real story, for example, the ending of the first story, later it is said between characters “you believed that?”.

What took me so long about the first drawing, is that I planned to do some shadow thing under the tree, but in the end, a larger perspective was needed for that to work out.

And yes, the wall becomes smaller as you reach that corner, turning around, they had to replaced it all a couple years back because it was crumbling, so it ended up much taller, though inside theres a soccer field that starts by the knee level or a bit more.

The other two drawings, I couldnt remake the arm.

My pitcher arm is the right one!!! ahhhhh.

Is that a skirt?

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About: A Girl Named Aurora ~Intro~

Baby #2.

From the middle of the avenue to the side of Aus bed. He is eating on his own already, I think he is going to make it.

Oh, and I found Michael the pigeon, he actually was the sick one I couldnt catch last time, he seems to have gotten a flu, but now he is all better.

Me, I got a bad apathy crisis with a flu as well… and then I realized I had a toooon of housework I had not done… ahhhhhh… hopefully back to daily posting now.

In the depths of the apathy, I realized a bunch of things, storytelling wise, Im gonna finish the old stories once and for all, the best of my capabilities today, thats it.

Another change is that Im gonna put everything here instead of one site for every block of the stories, cause I dont have that many writings, a few seemed incomplete, and nowdays I dont write that much, it is clear to me that I have to finish the old first.

And so, the very beginning is the story of Aurora and her Mother, and then the rest of her youth days, but as you can see at the intro, the perspective of Aurora at that moment is key of what and how it is going to be told.

Well, it is a very tough situation she got into, amnesia in reality is not as romantic as normally portrait, and thats just one part of the problem.

“Hey, what are you going to do with your emotions? ones you barely recognize?”

“This is not voluntary, if this is life I rather die”.

Here is where “the storyteller” is created, after recovering enough senses from the amnesia, to try and clear her mind about the past, and then make a decision of what to do next.

I uploaded that video in 2013… wow, its been a while.

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01 ~A Girl Named Aurora~ Intro

Aurora sat down one day, as she sat every other day, looking for a comfortable position that allowed her to forget, and began to think “if I only did that, if I only was like that, what was the point of doing all those things I did later? and not something when it was important”.

In her calmed dark blue room, in her nonstopping mind, Aurora absorbed all chaos and kept it inside her, leaving a peaceful sight and a silence that covered any trace of what there was, her long foregone life.

“Would I be alive? would I be myself? if I change everything, then I dont feel the happiness, there I dont feel myself, am I supposed to be a set of variables? am I supposed to be my regrets? Ill do anything to break what happened, Ill do anything to say Im sorry, to beg for forgiveness, I would peel my skin and behead myself without any remorse nor expression of pain, but then, I would just be like, lets say, forgotten, again.”

What could it possibly be torturing Aurora? she leads a simple living and shes surrounded by normal people, she has turned her own room into a life support facility that allows her to think, play, laugh, cry, remember, go places and meet people. Everybody around her have always admired her looks, her presence, her smarts and knowledge, her physical and mental strength, as she seems like someone who could do everything she wanted, so it was normal that people got a like of her and tried to get close, hoping that she could succeed and bring them along, she looked to them as someone with the power that could grab and hold all those great things that life has to give.

To all deception, Aurora didnt care about that, why would someone quit life as she did? when you have everything so close? does she have any idea of how difficult making a life is for the rest of people? all the pain and troubles to get a little money that allows you have at least normal dreams and let you be loved, what is wrong with that spoiled kid who believes shes way better and so special?

So Aurora was left alone, to her own pleasure, though she wasnt out of touch, there was people who she constantly saw and apparently talk to. For them to view, she created a somehow socially acceptable image of herself, forged in the armor of a body with the purpose of never let any undesired emotion out. The image did its work, all offensive power was traded for a resistant body that could last enough, many years, so long that Aurora was not be able to count, so out of control that it cracked, leaving painful scars.

Why would Aurora do that? why not just living a nice life? why would she make those unreasonable efforts just to hide? she wouldnt tell, Aurora had tired eyes and difficult breathing that by then passed unnoticed, her leg twitched pointing out, her head and throat hurt, she could feel the pressure in her right eye, she could barely feel her body at times, yet she never said a word.

The strange behavior of Aurora created doubts that the image cleared with a little time, the image was created by her and served its purpose, it lacked of feelings but developed them itself as part of its functions, which was troublesome for Aurora, so eventually she opened her eyes and fixed it, giving the image the same feelings as herself, those were incredibly confusing to the image, so Aurora took it by the hand and explained what she could with love and care, but also a strict discipline that the image had to adapt for itself, the same which she lived by everyday.

Aurora wanted silence, she loved rain cause she though everybody would just stay inside, and then nothing could trouble her. If one could look behind the armor body, one could find Auroras unforgiving mind surrounded by raging desperate emotions, Aurora was trapped and could not move, paralyzed for endless years, only guarded by the armor body and a few thoughts of herself that could mirror in her own shape.

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Chu Chu!
Goes the train
Like Baba said, holding the spoon, stirring soup
Dont be afraid, if you get, look at the sky, feel like a bird
Chu Chu! goes the train
Your first daughter Ill never date, shall become an adventurer
Your first son, from there must come, a star that lights the way above
And me? I dont get, I am only ten
Minus six, another two, plus some months
And whatever the little weirdo tries to make sense
Chu Chu! goes the train
Chu Chuuuuuuuu! fast again!

Thats Grandma Aurora the First in a very heavy, depressive story called “Ashes to Illusions”, a made up tale about her past, in times of war and after, and romantic suicide. Her parts are a very childish contrast, the “little weirdo” is Aurora, she never liked her, I assume because of the conflict with her daughter, Auroras mother, plus the little one being, so, well, like her is.

He is endlessly trying to make sense after the tragedies (and his beloved newly wife being sick and suicide), until he realizes… he gives up.

This world is corrupted to the core
The same that led me to my own dead
Its easy to see why they have a portrait
Of the white and black in eternal fight
And I dont want any of those
I dont want any of them
I believe that, and wait
And now that I see you play around
I think I finally realize what I didnt have
To create, energies from the self
I have grown wings that cannot fly
Then I waited for that day
When you learn how to fly.

Everything is fine over here, except I need to catch a sick bird I stupidly missed yesterday, he didnt come back in the afternoon, I hope he does this morning again. Also, I havent seen Michael the pigeon for a while, though I have noticed other friendly ones that come, eat and leave fast, a sign of the flocks moving away. And finally, Baby number Two has started to eat by himself, great.

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