OkayOkay...from now it is official I read too much Slash..
ANd I rather post it now than let it lie with all the others things that
will never get posted. (Which might actually be better....)
Title: The Impossible Dream
Author: Strange Music
Fandom: Don Quixote (one of the films not the Cartoon)
Rating: PG
Summary: Everyone has his own Windmill
Archive: yes
Email: Strange Music
Series/Sequel: definitely not (I still think I am insane for writing it in
the first place)
Web Page: Strange Music-; Jukebox
Sentinel Slash Zone
Warnings: Insanity for the writer for getting the idea?
Disclaimer: The story was written by Miguel de Cervantes whom they belong
now.
I no longer know.
CCC: Comments Complains Correction Welcome....the way to the next Nutbin I
know
myself. Beside I am already in the VA. ;)
Title: The impossible dream
or
I am I..he is he
Sometimes I don't know what made me follow him. So many years ago. It was,
as
if one look of his eyes, had taken away any decision that I could have made.
As if only his voice sound, was all I needed, to leave everything behind.
To be at his side, through all danger.
No matter what kind they were.
Even if the most dangerous person that he ever had encountered was he
himself.
No Giants..no monster or evil warlords.
Just he.
And just as he was out to safe the world. I was at his side to safe him.
My world.
Not that he ever knew. His eyes turned only to the women he loved. Never
thinking that there might be a reason for me to follow him.
People say he is insane and maybe he is. But if he is, so am I for following
him.
But I have to stay at his side knowing in his crazy world I am his only
voice of reason. The only one that keeps him from getting hurt
I know that me might never see me. That I might as well leave, knowing that
it wouldn't stop him. Although I can't stop following him as much as he can'
t start see things for what they are.
Windmills instead of Giants.
My love instead of the one a girl that might never look at him that way.
And even knowing that I will still follow him. Till the day, that hopefully
faraway, will end our journey of dreams.
Mine and his.
Maybe I am as crazy as he is.
Both of us following a dream that we might never get.
Both of us just seeing with the heart.
Seeing Giants where there are only windmills.
Seeing love where there is only hope.
The End
If you don't know it by know...story was written because I couldn't get my
mind from the fact that this Don Quixote Film on RTL is VERRRYY slashy...and
reminded that how little I thought about that pairing.
ANd I rather post it now than let it lie with all the others things that
will never get posted. (Which might actually be better....)
Title: The Impossible Dream
Author: Strange Music
Fandom: Don Quixote (one of the films not the Cartoon)
Rating: PG
Summary: Everyone has his own Windmill
Archive: yes
Email: Strange Music
Series/Sequel: definitely not (I still think I am insane for writing it in
the first place)
Web Page: Strange Music-; Jukebox
Sentinel Slash Zone
Warnings: Insanity for the writer for getting the idea?
Disclaimer: The story was written by Miguel de Cervantes whom they belong
now.
I no longer know.
CCC: Comments Complains Correction Welcome....the way to the next Nutbin I
know
myself. Beside I am already in the VA. ;)
Title: The impossible dream
or
I am I..he is he
Sometimes I don't know what made me follow him. So many years ago. It was,
as
if one look of his eyes, had taken away any decision that I could have made.
As if only his voice sound, was all I needed, to leave everything behind.
To be at his side, through all danger.
No matter what kind they were.
Even if the most dangerous person that he ever had encountered was he
himself.
No Giants..no monster or evil warlords.
Just he.
And just as he was out to safe the world. I was at his side to safe him.
My world.
Not that he ever knew. His eyes turned only to the women he loved. Never
thinking that there might be a reason for me to follow him.
People say he is insane and maybe he is. But if he is, so am I for following
him.
But I have to stay at his side knowing in his crazy world I am his only
voice of reason. The only one that keeps him from getting hurt
I know that me might never see me. That I might as well leave, knowing that
it wouldn't stop him. Although I can't stop following him as much as he can'
t start see things for what they are.
Windmills instead of Giants.
My love instead of the one a girl that might never look at him that way.
And even knowing that I will still follow him. Till the day, that hopefully
faraway, will end our journey of dreams.
Mine and his.
Maybe I am as crazy as he is.
Both of us following a dream that we might never get.
Both of us just seeing with the heart.
Seeing Giants where there are only windmills.
Seeing love where there is only hope.
The End
If you don't know it by know...story was written because I couldn't get my
mind from the fact that this Don Quixote Film on RTL is VERRRYY slashy...and
reminded that how little I thought about that pairing.