Resumo de My Chess Games - blsecret (author : Luuna)

The chess are play on the board? but also on the board of the life, go to know why I choose always the black pieces.... Like in the game, during a match or in the life... The dark side, the darkness are my friends.... I evoluate on the tray, advancing and retreating the pieces and the pawns in the goal to reach the other side.... But the other side of what ? If I look behind I see that the death, I look right bebore me... I see a delivery, a victory on this like, on this match. Futhers knights are tempt to stop me, of lying me here, to their feets, they get out their chains, I was almost unchain to her but it?s here that me to each time I am liberate me. I have break their armour, I am get up on the noble charger, I have ride him. I have to water him to my source, I must stream me but I haven?t like him. All let me a bitter guest in my mouth and before my immodesty they are take fear and the shadow of my dark, they are re-start in their tower. A time this knights push, I continue to advance with my thirsty of freedom from this king of the other side, the king who dazzle me of this witheness who taunt me, provoc me of his own immodesty, of his vigour, of his ardour... How many time again go I must battle before to me re-find of his sides ? Sometimes, I advance step by step and suddenly I eard a voice arriving of behind me, this voice, I know her well, go I again succumb to his call, his moan, his cry, his rattle, full of darkness but also of one great warmth, heat who know re-warm my colder apparently... In this moment, I am feel feeble and again a time I return me, it?s here that I see him. My king. He is here, he wait me, he hope me, he irritate me... He has need of me, he has told me, a time, at least likewise that me of him then I return from him, I set me here face to him, I am rub to him, I am lose in him, I am burn to him... And I wait, I wait when will arrive the bishop who take me, and will be of me this salve, pull out me of his king. It?s non without pain that this bishop took me, conquer me then he bring me in his camp and it?s here, to the glow of one dark light that he make gush my whiteness, it?s here that I come back a white queen, his white queen, this white queen who haunt your nights, who will haunt his nights.

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