Markosaaresto Stories

Français / English Six hommes, un groupe, trois histoires : Poets Of The Fall I - Après dix ans, rien n'avait changé entre eux. Leurs sentiments, toujours intacts, ne pouvaient pas de nouveau les faire souffrir. Sauraient-ils enfin se regarder, se parler, comme des années plus tôt ? Sauraient-ils enfin vivre cet amour ? II - Qui étaient-ils vraiment l'un pour l'autre ? De simples amis, avides d'expérimenter ? Ou est-ce que leur relation n'avait pas une vocation plus profonde, à l'instar de leurs plus proches amis ? III - Entre la jalousie et le doute, comment trouver un équilibre, et voir enfin ce que leurs yeux ont toujours refusé de voir ? Peut-on aimer dès le premier regard sans le savoir ? Peut-on et doit-on apprendre à aimer ? _______________________________________ Six men, a band, three stories : Poets Of The Fall I - After ten years, nothing had changed between them. Their feelings, still intact, couldn't hurt them anymore. Would they finally be able to look at each other, talk to each other, as years ago ? Will they finally be able to live this love ? II - Who were they really for each other ? Simple friends, eager to experiment ? Or didn't their relationship have a deeper meaning, like their closest friends? III - Between jealousy and doubt, how to find a balance, and finally see what their eyes have always refused to see ? Can we love from the first look without knowing it ? Can we and should we learn to love ?

He is a jester and a sinner, ugly, hated, hiding behind a red veil of forbidden pleasures, a product of dangerous darkness and a child of black vice. He is a poet and a dreamer, caressed by everyone's love, hiding behind a bright curtain of pretended sparkling happiness, a creation of falsehood and sincerity. He is the hero and the villain in this story, two sides of the same card, a demon with angel wings and a saint with a devil's lance in his hand. He is the one who has been running away from himself all this time. Warning: both of heroes are NOT Marko, and if somewhere I write about the Creator, to whom the audience comes, then this is just one of the facets of our Mr. Saaresto. Otherwise, everything is fiction, I don't want to look into Marko's soul, this is my image, the way I wanted to see my hero.

This is how the requiem loves its Harlequin: bitter truth, stinging in a tongue accustomed to sweets, the fire of a candle lit in the midst of a coal-dark night, fragments from porcelain chains that have collapsed at his feet. The time of illusions is over, the Magician came after Death, replacing the Fool... Harlequin grins, throwing up his hand to the sky. His dance is the agony of a dying man, the last convulsions of a fading body.

Fantasy and cyberpunk story. Sequel of the Under the upside down sky. But it can be read as an independent story. Many years had passed since the first part. This is supposed to be the third part. There is no second one yet, may be one fine day I'll write it. Sybil, a very dexterous thief, tries to survive on the planet which had been taken by Invaders, who killed all the adults