Stay there

I finally woke up, the dream is over. I make sure I am living in reality in our ordinary life.

The haunted bridge, the trap in Kampa and all those abnormal, unknown presences diseppeared from my side.

I stare the street from the window, I see people, normal persons, finally.

But suddenly a chill gust of wind shook the lamp. I look up to the ceiling, and I see a black light spreading like a stain, that is killing slowly the daylight.

I ran up to the mansard, sit in my bed and just close my eyes convince myself that somebody from~Ł'altrα Þaяte~has chosen me...

Stay there, you'll live!

Walking toward reality

Walking toward the stone bridge, every step forward is heavy even I feel the bridge is collapsing behind me.

The dark energies haunts the bridge as I can feel it. Dark presences is here... abnormal creatures, demons or restless souls, as the drowned Saint...

I can see the Old Town Bridge Tower standing in front of me, but it seems I can't get it closer to me, as I can't go away from my damned dream. The last time I have seen the tower was yesterday night in the wall next to my bed, in my place, not so far from the Charles Bridge in reality.

Dream is not over

Cursed...

in a dream, with no hope of release unless mysteriouse forces comes to take me away from here.

I look at the Old Town Bridge Tower. For ten long years was horribly decorated with the heads of Czech noblemen who were executed at the Old Town Square on 21, June, 1621. It's like I see them hanged on the top at the side of the Lesser Town, Malá Strana.
>And then some movements distract my eye from the tower. It seemed I saw the statues of Charles Bridge moving in the dark, maybe they really protect the children of Kampa Island, as the legend has it.
>Something in the water is swimming, it seemed I saw a strange green creature with a human body and the head of fish. -Vodník is you! an evil creature connected to the Bohemian Folklore, he wear a top-hat and tail-coat. He use to collect the souls of the drowned persons and keep them into glass cruets on the river bottom. According to the story, he can stand out of water just for short times, attracting passersby especially young girls to the bank of the Vltava and drown them.

Trapped in Kampa

I can't be sure how much time has passed since I am walking in Kampa... as I said the dream goes on and it seems never ends. No one clock is visible around me. In the real life I should already see the sun light rising, and light up the Island and the Charles Bridge. But the sky is always dark and I can hear only the moving water of the Vltava and Čertovka the stream of the devil.

As time went by I am feeling different, powerful, individualist and fascinating.

...serenity in my new dark world.

Far from our world

In my dream Im running across Kampa Island, under the stone bridge. I run following the light before the darkness catch me...

My dream is cursed, as the golden town was in his past cursed by the presences of the devil and demons...

during my walk I found a book under a bench: 77 legends of Prague, It tells more about this damn dream so real, and that seems never ends. I should come through this and going out from this hellish.

The dream goes on

The stage is always at night time and I feel like a vampire, walking downtown: there is no people along the streets, also the Old Town and Mala Strana are empty, and the city is all mine or maybe not...

Dreaming in Kampa

I woke up in the deep night, I had a dream.

I was in the Kampa Island: the reality was totally different from what we know.

I felt so strong and powerful but no one around me, none bodies at least. Everything was so dark and the poor light almost goes to diseappear.

Just don't know what's happening... and what's next around me...

Fog in the bridge

Was it a long weekend with Jean, my friend came from Cannes (France) for taking amazing and artistic pictures in the golden town.

Monday morning there was the fog in Prague and Jean was there...

Nostitz

Just sitting in one of the best restaurant near to Kampa Island, Nostitz restaurant: a 0.5 glass Pillsner Urquell in my hand and good inspirations toward the window... the statue of a little devil playing a mouth organ old type.