. lucia's box .

To My Boy

2009-09-19T19:07:00.006+01:00

The Stolen Child by W. B. Yeats [1886]

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There we've hid out faery vats,
Full of berries
And the reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters of the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal-chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.

E dói cá dentro

2009-09-15T01:42:00.003+01:00

... porque hoje tenho dois anos outra vez...

Vivo-te...

2009-09-02T01:11:00.001+01:00

Henri Matisse, 'Odalisque with a Turkish Chair', 1928

... porque se inventam palvras quando todas as outras estavam já gastas...

Tonight...

2009-09-01T22:20:00.003+01:00

Tamara de Lempicka, 'Les deux amies' [1923]

Why the urgency?

Why the despair?

Why the anguish,

why the heartbeat,

why the fast breathing?

It's you.

Everything is you.

There really is nothing else.

Nothing.

Else.

You.

Pa'llegar hasta tu lado

2009-09-01T01:06:00.001+01:00

Gracias a tu cuerpo doy
Por haberme esperado
Tuve que perderme pa’
Llegar hasta tu lado

Gracias a tus brazos doy
Por haberme alcanzado
Tuve que alejarme pa’
Llegar hasta tu lado

Gracias a tus manos doy
Por haberme aguantado
Tuve que quemarme
Pa’llegar hasta tu lado

Note To Self

2009-08-31T15:24:00.002+01:00

Your shadow walks faster than you
You don't really know what to do
Do you think that you're not alone?
You really think that you are immune to
Its gonna get that the best of you
Its gonna lift you up and let you down
It will defeat you then teach you to get back up
After it takes away all that
You've learned to love

Your reflection is a blur
Out of focus
But in confusion
The frames are suddenly burnt
And in the end of a roll of illusion
A ghost waiting its turn
Now I can see right through
It's a warning that nobody heard

It will teach you to love what you're afraid of
After it takes away all that
You learn to love
But you don't
Always
Have to hold your head
Higher than your heart

You better hope you're not alone
You better hope you're not alone
You better hope you're not alone
You better hope you're not alone
You better hope you're not alone
You better hope you're not alone
You better hope you're not alone
You better be hoping you're not so...
Du du rut
Hope you're not alone
Hmm hmm humm

Your -
Your echo comes back out of tune
Now you can quite get used to it
Reverb is just a room
The problem is that there's no truth to it
It's fading way too soon
The shadow is on the move
And maybe you should be moving too
Before it takes away all that you learned to love
It will defeat you and then teach you to get back up
Cause you don't
Always
Have to hold your head
Higher than your heart

You better hope you're not alone
You better hope you're not alone
You better hope you're not alone
You better be hoping you're not alone
You better hope you're not alone
You better hope you're not alone
You better hope you're not alone
You better hope you're not so...
Du ru ru ru ru
Hope you're not alone
Hmm hmmm hmmmm
Better hope
Huuu huuu hmmm
Better hope you're not alone
Huuu huuu hmmm
Hooope

Hell

2009-08-29T08:50:00.003+01:00

'Femme se coiffant' by Edgar Degas

... is to have two lovers and sleep alone every night...

eu-medo

2009-08-26T21:54:00.002+01:00

Diz que me ama. Diz que me ama para sempre, que nunca amou assim.

tu: um. lá em cima. no topo. Sei lá porque é que preenches tudo. E guarda-o lembra-te não esqueças.

E eu tremo. Porque acredito e porque temo.

Oh God
now
when's the time for me
When will you see me through

Oh God
my mind is eating
My heart out
Oh God
my heart is beating
my mind up

Oh God
I can't believe in you
just because
I'm afraid you´re true.

Tenho um só coração e dizes que tenho de optar. Que temos sempre de optar. E eu não posso. Não quero. Não sou capaz. Porque quero tudo. Porque não quero viver sem nada do que tenho.

Tenho de te perder?

Quando partirás de novo?

Não tenho medo de te amar. Não tenho medo que me ames. Tenho medo de não chegar, de não dar tudo o que precisas, de que a minha divisão, o meu coração partilhado, te afoguem em solidão. Tenho medo de me esgotar, de te esgotar, de deixar de ter para dar. Tenho medo de te dizer que vás, que vás ser feliz, que vás sem mim.

E não é medo.

É só assim.

Porque sim, porque temos que fazer escolhas.

Eu sei que o que tu mais querias era poder parar. Um útero acolhedor. Uma mão nas costas que te devolvesse as certezas. Um abraço morno onde possas largar o peso a pensar que é para a vida inteira. Ou mais ainda, para a eternidade.

Mas não há paz. Porque a vida flui. Corre. Passa. Muda. Fecham-se portas, janelas, ciclos, olhos. Nunca se agarra nada, não há nada que se possa agarrar. Sei lá porque é que digo isto. Eu acho que tu tens medo que as coisas passem, que te deixem, que desapareçam da tua vista. Que evaporem. Que adormeçam para sempre. Eu acho que odeias não perceber. E tenho a certeza que não queres aceitar, não sabes aceitar essa natureza fluida em que estamos metidos todos. É por isso que corres tu, como líquido - espelho-água- mais depressa do que as coisas que te rodeiam. Corres. Ninguém te pára. Porque se fores mais depressa do que as coisas, nunca perdes. Só percebemos o movimento se estivermos parados. Por isso corres. Tornas-te o teu inverso, o inverso do que desejas, exactamente para sobreviver. Tornamo-nos sempre os nossos medos.

Quero parar, sim. Mas não posso. Não sei. Não me permito.

Vem e faz-te ninho. Por umas horas. Uns dias. Uns meses. A eternidade. Pára-me.

Mas sabes que não fico [sabes?]. Sabes que não posso [ou posso?]. A urgência de não pensar, não sentir... Não ser. Chama mais alto. O rio. O teu rio. O teu riso.

Desliga-me.

Desconecta-me.

Desconexa-me.

Ahhh, o teu riso!...

Fico-te.

Por agora, por umas horas, por uns dias, uma eternidade. Páro-te. Aqui. Em mim. Depois solto-nos [soltar-nos-ei?] porque nunca te chegarei. Não te bastarei. E sorrio, porque nos teus olhos sou feliz e isso basta. A mim. Ao eu-nós.

Choro a ler-te. A ler-me em ti, nas tuas palavras, nos teus olhos. Porque sei que me amas. Porque acredito. Porque te perdi [oh, perdi-te um dia, meu amor!] e te encontrei de novo [e tu vieste! vieste e beijaste-me!] e porque já te sinto a falta e ainda aqui estás. Sinto a tua falta a cada segundo. Estou presa a ti pelo coração, por fios que não vejo, por veias que latejam no fundo da garganta quando penso o teu nome [e não há mais nada, mais nada em que pense] e porque sei que não te basto. Hoje. Sim. Mas não depois. Porque nem a mim me basto.

Aceita. Sem medo. Porque serei sempre tua. Mas esta fome, esta sede, esta força que me empurra... Sou macieira que quer dar pêras. Sou pedra que quer cantar. Sou rio que sonha com os céus abertos e nuvem que queria ser eterna.

Sou tua.

Sempre.

eu = tua

Eu tenho mais medos do que tinha. Tenho sobretudo medo daquilo que é bom demais para ser verdade, do que não me parece possível. Um medo-avião. O medo-dinossauro-voador. Um medo-tecla-de-computador. Um medo-tu.

E depois um medo-maior um medo-medo um medo-a-sério
sabes?

medo-que-ninguém-baste-e-que-não-haja-um-pedaço-de-gente-que-te-alcance

medo-que-caias

medo-que-não-arranjes-maneira

medo-do-teu-medo-maior-que-eu

medo-que-o-coração-se-te-parta-de-vez

medo-que-não-rias-para-sempre

um
medo

o-medo

E como posso eu ter medo também?

Só o medo de perder o quanto me amas tu.

Não mordas o lábio. Eu sou feliz.

Tu...

2009-08-25T09:12:00.003+01:00

... com seis letras, a de quatro eu não sei quem é...

She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die

She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is

She
She, oh she

Deep Heart Pink

2009-08-25T09:00:00.001+01:00

And today I'll go around with a flower in my hair, because that's how you make me feel... Fresh. Summery. Colourful. Blossoming.

Royal Me

2009-08-18T20:31:00.003+01:00

... because it's been so much easier to say it with a song...

Whiskey please, I need some whiskey please
So bring me consciousness and kill my innocence
Please lay your eyes on me
Lead me in the dance
Give me no chance to reconsider....reconsider

I'm the queen of the world
I bump into things
I spin around in circles
And I am singing
And I'm singing well I'm singing
Why can't I stay like this
Dear God
Oh, Let me be young
Let me stay please
Oh, Let me stay like this Oohhoh

Bring me home
I got no plans for tomorrow
I got no plans for tomorrow
I got no plans in sight
In fact I'm free this week
I'm free this month
I'm lonely
Lonely this year
I'm lonely forever

But today, oh
I'm the queen of the world
I bump into things
I spin around in circles
And I am singing
And I'm singing and I'm singing
Why can't I stay like this
Dear God
Oh, Let me be young
Let me stay please
Oh, Let me stay like this Oohhoh

Singing, I'm singing and I'm singing
I'm the queen of the world
I bump into things
I spin around in circles
And I am singing
And I'm singing and I'm singing
Why can't I stay like this
Dear God
Let me be young
Let me stay please
Oh, Let me stay like this Oohhoh

For today

2009-08-18T11:28:00.002+01:00

I wanna dance like we used to
When it was pure, when it was new
Love me whole, like I love you
Wanna be free, but free with you
I wanna dance like we used to
And not worry about you and me
We're gonna die of global warming
Or even flu or creating smoking
I want to stay here for a while
Until it's time to let go
I like to really take my time
Explore all that comes to mind
I like dance like we used to
Before the new world order world
Don't wanna do what others do
Let's pretend there's no rules
I wanna dance like we used to
We're so lucky and so spoiled
You and I have such futile jobs
Let's stop acting like kings and queens
I want to stay here for a while
Until it's time to let go
I like to really take my time
Explore all that comes to mind
Lalalalala

Bang. Tiro.

2009-08-18T00:46:00.004+01:00

'Dinner is served' by Marco Sanges

A caixa das memórias anda a ser remexida. Giro. Nunca antes me tinha apercebido da quantidade de informação indisponível, inacessível, que o subconsciente (ou consciente?) tinha remetido para o recycle bin. Desapareceu tudo sem sequer o barulhinho crunchy do meu laptop.

Onde ficaram esses dias, noites, pessoas, coisas, cartas? Sinto cheiros. Alguns. Acho. Quando me invadem algo se aviva em mim, mas sem força, sem entusiasmo, sem provocar a reacção turbulenta das grandes paixões. A cabeça busca pistas, mas o coração não acelera. Ou vice-versa. O banco de dados está corrompido e com ele o meu passado que não cola com nada.

Não sou a mesma pessoa. Nem serei. Nem estou triste por isso. Nostálgica, sim, por vezes. Saudades de uma inocência que se perde, se transforma, se aplica nas pequenas coisas que doamos a uma experiência tantas vezes ingrata, infrutífera, desmotivante. Frustrante. Perdi parte da minha história, e isso quer dizer que a lição não foi aprendida. Ou terá sido? Como saber? É verdade que já não caio nos mesmos erros (a maior parte das vezes!) mas é verdade também que há erros em que é bom caír, de mergulho, com as mãos ao longo do corpo, head first. Já não sou capaz, perdi a coragem. Meço, penso, calculo, recuo, e no entretanto o avião já decolou e eu fiquei em terra, sem tão pouco acenar.

Fecho-me em copas e desculpas de pau. Só tenho saudades de quem não está e assim que o posso dizer o silêncio em mim transborda e não chego ao outro lado. Não sei porquê. Amo tanto. Amo-te tanto. Amo-o tanto. Amores diferentes (não se ama um homem como se ama uma mulher) mas conceber a vida sem uma das partes dói. Custa. Cava em mim. E não sei dizê-lo. Sei. Mas não sei. Porque as palavras que saem parecem vir de outra boca, de outro ser, de outro amor. Revestida a medo, essa substância viscosa que nos cola as pestanas e entope a garganta, arrasto-me por entre quem amo sempre demasiado ocupada, a fazer coisas, a ser a heroína da minha história, a fazer crer – nem a mim própria... – que não falo de amor porque não há tempo para o coração. E eu que só tenho coração. Quem adivinhará?

Que os dias de hoje sejam novos, frescos. Que o amanhã seja melhor. Que as noites de paixão que me tiram o sono, que me fazem perder o fôlego, digam o que não sou capaz. Que possam ler nos meus olhos e entre gemidos aquilo que ainda não posso dizer. Porque não posso. Porque tenho medo. Porque estou a guardar cada pedacinho de coragem que encontro em mim numa caixinha. Um dia junto-os todos e atiro-tos com toda a força do coração. Um dia digo que te amo. Que o amo. E talvez nesse dia seja mais feliz. Talvez me deixe ir. Talvez fique para sempre, por ser livre.

‘As pessoas livres são livres para tudo, até para se prenderem.’

Quem te disse, meu amor, que não estou presa? Quem te disse que a minha fuga não é de mim própria? Queres que me ame, me respeite, me (re)considere. Faço-o. Porque tu me pedes. Porque tudo o que dizes me faz sentido e sentir. Porque tu és tu, tu és tudo, tu és todo. Porque por ti iria até ao fim do mundo.

Quero deixar-me ir.

Quando era pequena e ia com os meus pais a Andorra comprar cadernos para a escola e relógios digitais a metade do preço, havia uns bonecos, daqueles em que enfias uma moeda e sai um brinde (brindes bons, à antiga) que diziam numa voz robotizada e estupidamente infantil:

‘Hola! Yo quiero ser como tu!’

Meu amor... eu quero ser como tu.

‘Contigo aprendi que o que dói às aves não é o serem atingidas, mas que, uma vez atingidas, o caçador não repare na sua queda.’

...

Como posso não te amar até ao fim de todos os dias?

... and yet one more...

2009-08-17T03:05:00.002+01:00

You are my sister, we were born
So innocent, so full of need
There were times we were friends but times I was so cruel
Each night I'd ask for you to watch me as I sleep
I was so afraid of the night
You seemed to move through the places that I feared
You lived inside my world so softly
Protected only by the kindness of your nature
You are my sister
And I love you
May all of your dreams come true
We felt so differently then
So similar over the years
The way we laugh the way we experience pain
So many memories
But theres nothing left to gain from remembering
Faces and worlds that no one else will ever know
You are my sister
And I love you
May all of your dreams come true
I want this for you
They're gonna come true

A musical night

2009-08-17T02:35:00.001+01:00

You go to my head
You linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning round
In my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought
To my plea, casts a spell over me
Still I say to myself
Get ahold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be
You go to my head with a smile
That makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance
In this crazy romance
You go to my head, you go to my head
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance
In this crazy romance
You go to my head, you go to my head

[Haven Gillespie / J. Fred Coots]

Drive Away My Heart

2009-08-16T20:40:00.003+01:00

'Drive Away My Heart' by Ida Maria

Fear is no longer in time

Fear is no longer hanging around

You should capture my view

Cause I dont wan't nothing else but you

You can treat me like you please

Baby it's okay with me

Leave me bleeding on the floor

From my heart

From my hearts core

Oh drive away my heart tonight

Cause it is no longer mine

Oh drive away my heart tonight

cause its no longer mine

I wanna give you love

I wanna show you love

And so love will be my grave

Love will be my grave

Oh drive away my heart tonight

You see it is no longer mine

Oh drive away my heart tonight

Cause its no longer mine

Hold my hand now...

2009-08-14T23:05:00.004+01:00

Tamara de Lempicka, Les deux amies, 1923

Demasiado. Demasiado amor, demasiada atenção. Demasiads felicidade. Haverá um preço? Perderei tudo?

Neste momento não quero pensar. Quero dar-me. Unconditional and free. Like your love.

Nunca sabemos o que tráz o dia de amanhã, e essa certeza magnífica, deslumbrante, tão reconfortante, apavora-me. Porque amanhã posso perder-te, perdê-lo, perder-me. E depois? Que restará de mim?

Eu, que clamo a liberdade, a minha acima de tudo, não sei realmente lidar com ela. Queria só ter tudo. Tudo. Queria ter-te, tê-lo, ter-me, e por medo da felicidade não acredito que seja possível. Será a falta de fé a trazer o fim? Provavelmente...

O coração nunca me foi de grande ajuda. Baralha-me. Confunde-me. Leva-me a sítios que desconheço e temo.

Amei-te como nunca amei ninguém. Amei-te como se ama verdadeiramente, e sempre o soube. E agora já não sei mais nada, porque tenho de novo medo.

Fica.

Fica-me.

Sky High

2009-08-10T22:08:00.003+01:00

I don’t remember exactly when it did happen, but one day my lover turned into my love.

He was no longer living in a faraway country, a cold distant land. He moved into my bed, we started sharing days and nights, and slowly but surely, without having a clue, I gave him a big slice of my heart. I am happy for it.

One day, out of my screen, an old name jumped at me like a punch between the eyes. I remember when it happened and I know now as I knew then, my life would never be the same. Never again. And never like before.

She came into my life - my previous life – the same way those tiny yellow wild flowers grow in between my garden’s paving slabs: unexpectedly, over night, greeting me in all their morning grace when I am still too numb to admire them.

Miracle!

She had been my friend, my sister, my mother, my daughter, my lover. The love of my life.

I cannot believe there had been such a love before. Nor I want to. If there was one, I don’t care. I and she were the world, our world, and that is just how it was.

Came thunder, came fire, came flood. We were not strong enough to resist. We sank and burned and lost each others’ hands, and I thought I would never see her again, I thought my life was lost, I blamed myself for being the only survivor… if only I had grabbed her hand a bit, just a bit stronger!... Years of crying, living in that same salted water, my salted waters, my burning tears.

‘I’m sorry, my love, I am so sorry…’

Her name punched me in the stomach.
The black letters on the screen.

‘She is alive.

She has survived.’

My shaking hands trying to find her, more of her, all of her, a click away, and my brain so blurred, so blank, so numb, so hers.

‘Tum-tum’

Her name punched me in the heart.

‘Tum-tum’
‘Tum-tum’

‘Is it really her, can it really be?’

‘Tum-tum’
‘Tum-tum’

The sight of her face, her hands, the way she holds her cigarette and the glass she drinks from!... Oh, there couldn’t be enough photos, my thirst of you, my love, was overwhelming!...

‘I need to see her. She has to know I’ve always loved her.’

Fear.

...

‘If you’re coming I want to see you :)’

…

Did she say that? To me?! Oh God, oh God, oh God…

‘If you’re coming I want to see you :)’ – she said.

And she saw me, and she heard me, and she talked to me, and she let her hand be held, and then she kissed me.

Oh she kissed me.

She did, she kissed me.

And she held me strong, rolling on my bed, and she told me she loves me.

My heart is hers.

She made love to me and she looked in my eyes and she let me sleep and looked at me for so long, I know she did. I woke up with a smile because she did.

And now I am here, thinking of her, with a man in my bed.

My bed.
My man.
A man I love.

I have a heart.
One only.

But my heart is a castle; my heart is a castle far up in the sky.

He said he wants me as free as I am, he says he will love me forever.

She told me free people are free even to choose to have ties.

I have ties. Because I’m free. I’m hooked and I love it.

We live happy in my sky high castle.

I am the castle.

I am the cloud.

Esta noite

2009-08-08T22:51:00.005+01:00

Gustav Klimt

Gostava de ainda saber escrever, e assim ter as palavras para dizer o que sinto. Ou ainda encontrar em mim o tempo para pintar, e numa tela pequenina conseguir condensar todas as cores em que te vejo. Queria encontrar uma forma, entre todas as que perdi, de te dizer outra vez que te amo, sem palavras, da forma mais bonita. Não consigo.

Há muitos anos perdi-me de ti. Perdeste-me. Perderam-nos. Perdemo-nos.

Tanta dor e tanta lágrima me levou mundo abaixo que acabei por negar o coração. E não sabia. Achei que estava magoado, só, que depois passava, e até me esqueci de onde tudo tinha começado, mas não. Foste o maior amor e a tua perda levou-o.

Procurei-te. Sempre. Tanto. Ninguém sabia de ti. A partir de certa altura, ainda que me tivesse cruzado contigo (eram metros e auto-estradas e bares e tanto sítio... como nunca te encontrei?!!) não seria capaz de te ver, tal era o sal que me cegava.

Quando quase me tinha esquecido, é quem nos separou que nos junta (acaso, ironia, desconcerto?) e agora estou assim. Tola. Louca. Sem sentido. Feliz.

A tua mão na minha, pequena e quente, os teus olhos tão cheios de carinho... Como passaram tantos anos? E como sobrevivi?

Beija-me. Outra e outra vez. Beija-me os olhos, as mãos, a boca. Beija-me o ventre.

Louca.

Tantas saudades a matar, tanta coisa para contar que não sai, nem vai lembrar, mas que não concebo que não saibas. E sabes. Sabes tudo. Só há coisas que não queremos ver, muito pouco que não saibamos. E tu sabes. Conheces-me por todos os lados, de todos os lados, em todos os lados.

Dou-te-me.

She's back...

2009-08-07T23:30:00.003+01:00

Egon Shiele, Frauenpaar [1915]

... and after all these years I am still in love...

... diving head first now...

A felicidade exige valentia...

2009-02-12T17:58:00.004Z

'Fernando Pessoa' por Almada Negreiros, 1954

"Posso ter defeitos,
viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes mas,
não esqueço de que minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo,
e posso evitar que ela vá à falância.

Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver
apesar de todos os desafios,
incompreensões e períodos de crise.
Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas
e se tornar um autor da própria história.

É atravessar desertos fora de si,
mas ser capaz de encontrar um oasis no recôndito da sua alma.

É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da Vida.
Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.
É saber falar de si mesmo.
É ter coragem para ouvir um "não".
É ter seguranca para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.

Pedras no caminho?

Guardo todas, um dia vou construír um castelo..."

On the run run run

2008-11-28T12:30:00.003Z

No time, no time for it all... No time to deal with my life and pay enough attention to you... I'm so sorry. The fault of you being last on my list is your constant caring, my self-absorption, and the mad way the world runs round...

Wait a bit longer... I'll be back soon... Just leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as possible... Thanks.

A glass half empty...

2008-11-09T15:39:00.003Z

'Ask Me No More' by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema

Today I woke up in the wrong set of mind...

I am a bit closer to you... in 4 days we'll meet, under the Tower, after so long dreaming about it... in 4 days I will again fall assleep in your arms, head on your chest, hands on your belly, you caressing my hair and kissing my forehead with those warm hands and soft lips... in 4 days we'll be so excited and happy for meeting, once again, in a new city, for a new adventure... And although all this and so much more is true, in my head this morning all I could find was the sadness of the idea that in a week I'll be having my last morning with you probably for quite some time...

I guess this means I like you a bit more than I thought...

I guess all I miss you is starting to hurt in a different place...

Silky

2008-11-06T23:07:00.009Z

by Jarek Kubicki

Today

my skin

feels softer than usual...

I think that's because

it believes

that turning this way

it will make you want

to touch it faster...

2008-11-05T21:10:00.003Z

by Egon Schiele

And once again you left my bed...

And once again I dream of the next kiss, the hug, the look in your eyes, your hands striping me off my clothes and dressing me up in your passion...

Mind and body, I offer myself to you...

See you soon babe, closer to the stars, up that tower, ready to fly away again...

Offered

2008-08-24T22:54:00.004+01:00

Amalkovich, Naked On A Lap

Come... Come again... Come satisfy my desires, my skin burning for you, my head full of images I want to paint on your skin... You're my master this time... Tie me up and abuse me...

Halved

2008-08-13T11:17:00.005+01:00

Sometimes I get confused, and I don't know if these are dreams or reality or just all the space in between... What are you filling inside me?

The smell of your skin, the touch of your hands, the look in your eyes... it all feels so right... Why the questions, why does it have to be so hard?...

I wish we were still just lovers, I wish my heart wasn't feeling you, I wish, wish, wish, and nothing right ever happens...

Thank you for the wonderful days, my beautiful lover...

Let's have more then, if that's your wish, and maybe I'll get over this mess inside...

It's just because my heart is still healing, and I am so afraid of going back to black...

'The Dream', Picasso

... drowning ...

2008-08-12T12:19:00.003+01:00

Howard Schatz, H2O

I'm drowning, drowning, drowning fast, and you keep pulling me down...

Bubbles in my head, blurry sight, all so dark and repeatedly painful...

Let me go...

Playing The Doll

2008-06-25T00:09:00.002+01:00

Viktor&Rolf

... and I have three new dresses and all I want is your hands up them...

Quelle surprise!

2008-06-23T20:28:00.004+01:00

'Bathers' by Walter Sickert

And so much time has passed and you're still around... I'd never have thought!

And you know there is a blog... aren't you curious? You never ask, so sweet and lovely...

I might fall in love with you... Oh yes, I might... I don't feel so scared anymore...

I missed you under the Tunisian sun, the sand, the markets, the ocean, the monuments, and the smell of spices and mint tea turning my head upside down...

Come... Come meet me soon in the wonderful city by the sea... I miss it as much as I miss you... Let's see it together, soak my bed in sweat and I'll show you some more secrets...

Can you take it?...

Jardinagem

2008-05-06T10:25:00.003+01:00

'Nu-au-store' by Ava Brodsky de Gouttes

Abre os estores e deixa entrar o sol... Beija-me e leva-me lá para fora... As flores começam a crescer no jardim e a relva é macia nas minhas costas... Quero sexo a cheirar a papoilas...

Titles...

2008-04-30T15:48:00.005+01:00

Francis Picabia (1879-1953)

I want you, and then I don't, and then I miss you and some days I am just tired of you... You know all this but still you always come around for more... and I like it that way...

But darling, that's because you know you're the one in my head when I take those long train rides to work... You're the one in my head when the jacket covers my lap and my hand slides under it, unzipps my jeans and sneaks in, to feel your territory warmed by memories and desires... And when I trap my hot heavy breathing inside, when my legs stretch under the seat in front of me, out of my control, and my wet hand is squeezed between them, it's your strong hug I miss...

And this is why you keep coming back...

'You are the girl!...' you said...

'A beautiful monster...' I reply...

Let's just play some old song...

2008-04-11T20:09:00.003+01:00

by Amalkovich

Sometimes things lose colour and you just need to be left alone...

hotext

2008-03-12T20:40:00.003Z

'Le Clic' by Manara

‘I want to fuck you and I want it now’

...BeepBeep…

‘Put those fingers inside your wet pussy… now… Saturday evening I’ll get them out, babe…’

Contrasts

2008-03-01T13:59:00.002Z

'La brune et la blonde' by Picabia

We have all been friends for long. Me and them, I mean. Not you. You're the fresh one, replacing someone who was only feeding scars. Now there is you, and scars are healing, and I am happy with that.

It was after Christmas and we went for a drink. Me and her. Nice pub downtown, classy and posh enough, and the first bottle of red wine. She's nice. She looks good. She smells good. She's a good friend and I like her. Sip after sip both wine and talk got warmer, and before I knew we talk about you, her, her lover, her breasts, my hair, and everyone's fantasies… Oh, lover, what a revelation… she comes closer, conversation goes on, and a few times I had no idea what I was saying… between she crossing her legs, sipping the wine, throwing her hair back, looking at my curves and caressing my hair, I was lost…

I call you…

'Babe… I think I drank too much… I think I'll kiss M tonight…'

'What?? Really?... Oh my…Tell me!...'

'Well…'

And I went on on details, whispering, teasing, and your voice failing and you telling me 'Go, baby, go, and tell me all about it…'

Back to the table her lover shows up, so sober and innocent…

'Get a whisky, K!'

'Why, what's up?'

'You're up, babe!...' – I say, and we laugh…

He comes back to the table and I can't wait…

'K… can I kiss your girlfriend?...'

His face was worth paying to see, and all pale and shaking he said…

'Yeah, I guess so…'

The bar was full, the music was loud, the second bottle of red was empty, and so was my head and judgement and her kisses tasted so good!...

'I want you to kiss him…' – she said…

'Are you sure?...'

'Yes, kiss him!'

I kissed her boyfriend, he kissed me, and I didn't know who had the hands up my wide trousers anymore…

I called you on the phone and she wanted to talk to you… only one thing she told me…

'He says I should take you home and make all your dreams come true…'

We left the bar, headed to their place, and the night was long and wet, in dark and blonde, and he sat and watched… I was imagining you there…

Lover, you are all I could have wished for… the best Christmas present…

Anxious

2008-03-01T11:29:00.001Z

You're coming... again... and again I go in tones of red, antecipating your arrival...

TIRED

2008-02-25T09:41:00.005Z

Too many words, too many…

Hearts and heads and all out lives spinning around them,
Drinking from them,
Searching new meanings,
Different interpretations,
Reasons and reactions,
A blink,
An altered breathing,
And we all feed on them.
What they mean,
And how,
And the tone,
And the way you were looking,
And the difference between what you say and what you really meant,
And the reason why there is no truth,
And what if there is?,
And what if it's just another one?,
And what if we just didn’t hear it right?...

'Could you repeat please?'

But now tell me why,
And when,
And who was there and heard it the same,
Or not,
Or what they thought about it and why.
What about my letters?
Did you read 'love' in between the lines'?
It was there.
It was everywhere,
Why didn’t you see it?
What?
WHAT??
No, I meant…
I never said that!
Well…
I just meant something else.
Don’t you hear what I say?
You should know me better.
Why do you think so?
Please, tell me how you feel…
Are you my whore, just mine?
Why are you sad?
Should I leave now?
Can I kiss you?
Shut up!
I really like you…
So do I…
…

Can we talk?

…

S . I . L . E . N . C . E

… c a n

w e

p l e a s e

h a v e

s o m e

s i l e n c e

s o m e t i m e s ? ...

Thank you so much …

Desires...

2008-02-23T16:12:00.002Z

'Legambiente' by Manara [1997]

I dream of the summer, and I dream of the ocean, and I dream of your body, so wet and salty and warm, under the sun, glued to mine… I want to take you to my private paradise and make it ours… At least for a while…

Flowergraphic...

2008-02-23T04:21:00.004Z

Poppy Opening

... or maybe it's just my head ...

Private?

2008-02-19T20:06:00.001Z

'A Deux' by Rodin

We had a wonderful time… Two days in a magic country, in a magic small town, a magical huge bed with a view to the castle, to the river, to all our dreams and fantasies…

Time to go back home, time to take the bus and face the three hours ride…

Nearly empty bus and we head for the backseats… Isn't that all lovers' favourite spot? Oh yeah babe… On the seats in front of us, two students heading back to the big city with their laptops and papers and notes and an interminable blablabla over some boring subject I couldn’t really understand… Advantages of a foreign language in a foreign country…

As we seat behind them, I find that the cleverest place, as they surely wouldn’t turn back unless we were too explicit… which could happen… but in any case, being a foreigner – and a stranger – gives you that sense of 'who cares!?' that I love, so… who would care?!...

You sat by the window and I sat next to you. We were so close, kissing so nice and warm, I could feel your chest altering the breathing and turning so much warmer… my hand under your t-shirt feeling the soft skin contrasting to the suddenly turned hard nipples, as I grab the hair on the back of your neck to better fill your mouth with my tongue… A deeper breath releases a discreet moan off your lungs, and how I love it!... Your hands are sweaty now, and they search for my braless breasts to find them hot, hard and shaking under your touch and over the old road bumps. The long jacket which covered us on the train travel to that wonderful city, is now covering me on the way back, so your hand can dwell between my legs, unbuttoning my jeans, feeling my wet underwear, diving under it and touching me in such a crazy way… oh, your fingers are soft but steady, strong but so sensible, you know so well where to go, and when, and how… you drive me crazy!...

As I am being so well spoiled by you and your hot attention, the bus stops… Ohhh… so many people coming in… There is this guy sitting on the other end of the backseat! What the hell is that?? Respect, young boy, R-E-S-P-E-C-T! You DO NOT seat in that place when there is a couple, completely tangled and flushed and covered in clothes, on the other end! It's wrong!... Hmm… Unless… Unless you want to share some fun… Hmm… Could be that… Is that what you want young boy?... So let him have cake!...

I was happy with the fun I had had and what I really wanted was to give you pleasure… it makes me so hot to see your eyes, gazing, as if everything I do would be the last expected move, like a miracle, a mind read, a very expensive present you unwrap with a child's excitement!... Oh, lover, it melts me!...

I ask you to move on my seat so I can take yours, and you don’t seem to understand but, as usual, you obey… In a second I am sitting by the window, sideways, facing the back of the bus, my legs on the seat, and my upper body is covering yours. I rest my body on my right hand, cover us both with the magic jacket, and my left hand is all yours!... I go in your jeans to feel you so hard with anticipation!... I grab you as I bite your lips, telling you with my eyes… 'I'm gonna have you now…' and you let yourself go under my desire… Touching you is wonderful and we both always want more!... As your breathing accelerates you keep checking over my shoulder if anyone is watching, if someone could dream of what is going on there, and I whisper… 'Ok baby… Here… Feel it… See how hard and sweet you are… Come for me… I'll keep you safe…'

I tried. I swear I tried to keep an eye on those other 50 people in that bus, the guy in the other end of our seat, the students and their laptops and the driver with the mirrors… But I couldn’t!... All I could look at was you, touching yourself, so close to me I could feel your hand coming and going, so wild, and your breath condensating all the air between us, inside that jacket, on the windows, the whole bus, infected by sex, desire, lust and fantasies, our fantasies, mirrored in those 50 pairs of eyes who had no idea how privileged they were by sharing that moment!... Oh, my lover, only the way your body shivered on that seat could have given our little secret away, so I hold you tight, I hug you, your shaking hands, your sweaty hair between my fingers, until you breathe again, look at me, smile, and say… 'You're my dream, babe… You really are…' … and your kiss still tastes like adrenaline…

And Nobody Knows...

2008-02-19T10:02:00.002Z

by Manara

The things you do to me, no one else did before. So many bodies and faces, hands and lips, and love and sex, and still so much to discover, and now it all has your name on it… I have your name on me…

Last night I saw you. I saw your smile turning into desire, and that desire growing and looking for me, craving more… I saw you touching your skin, your hair, I saw your hand going down your belly…

'I'm sorry baby, it's such a big desire for you…' – you said…

And I lost my thoughts on the sight of your naked body, bursting, shivering, growing… and I asked you for more. I wanted to see it.

You touched yourself for me and it was beautiful.
Tonight is my turn.
Keep your webcam on.

Animal

2008-02-16T00:45:00.002Z

by Sanders Steins

Tonight I don't care about anything else... Just come and abuse me...

Distance is Magic

2008-02-14T01:46:00.001Z

'Seated Nude' by Walter Sickert

... and if you could have me everyday... would you get tired of me?...

Ohh...

2008-02-12T18:12:00.002Z

'Ice Queen' by Amalkovich

So cold here, and all I want to warm me up is you...

Unmissable

2008-02-11T16:39:00.000Z

'Lust: Caution' by Ang Lee

I've seen this sometime ago, but would see it a thousand times more, again and again...

Thank you my lover, for your hand on my leg...

Get Him Away!...

2008-02-10T23:46:00.000Z

Jan Saudek, 'La Leçon de Mandoline' - 1993

All I want is you inside me. All I'm dreaming of is that…

What are you dreaming of my lover?

(… and so why is the bogeyman still in my head?...)

Genious, Genious...

2008-02-09T19:19:00.000Z

The Magic Lamp

You said you'd find a way to make all my wishes come true…

Well…

I want you here

RIGHT

N-O-W!

Fast Track

2008-02-05T21:46:00.000Z

It's The Ride, Not The Destination

I had a surprise for the next morning… We should wake up early and get on a train… Where to? I wasn't allowed to know, it was your present, your surprise.

We do wake up in time, but the first morning kiss turns our bodies inside out and all of a sudden we are late, we have to run, we almost miss the train, and… Ok, here we go…

We leave from a beautiful train station in a fairly modern train. A long carriage, windows on one side and on the other, the doors to the six passengers cabins… As we get in the only one where there was only one other person, the old man leaves, opening our smiles to each other… Hmmm… Now the space was all ours…

Ten o'clock in the morning, the riding train, the engine noise, the leather seats, and the excitement… The excitement of my unknown destination, the excitement of your carefully planned surprise… The excitement of that cabin, the fast passing view out the window, small towns and big trees and small houses and big green fields and our hands, our smiles, our freedom…

You sit in front of me and you look so deep in my eyes my heart starts beating faster, and I move on your lap… Seating there, facing you, so close, knees on your seat, I feel the intensity of your desire, the warmth of the back of your neck, the humidity of your lips on mine. I feel you between my legs, your hands inside my jeans, under my shirt, and something wild is growing between us. I don't want to miss this… I look out to the corridor… There is a lock to the door, but there are no curtains… I move and you hold me closer…

'Wait baby…'

I smile at you and you look intrigued…

'Are you cold?...'

'No, I just need to get this on…'

My long coat covers us, down my shoulders, around my legs, your legs, my jeans, your t-shirt…

'Curtains, darling…'

I unbutton your jeans and mine go down to my knees. Holding your neck, feet on the leather seat, I sit on you, and that close I feel our smell, I sense the steam of desire and I see that fire in your eyes…

Slow… so slow… come in me…

The train is moving fast against our slow motion dance, and the old tracks are on our side… I feel you hard, deep, your heart beating so fast I can hear it on your lips… Your arms around me holding me so strong against you cut my breath and I love it, I feel so powerful, and you love that too…

The moment had to be interrupted with our arrival to a station… Fortunately, nothing happening there could not be finished in the train toilet, against the sink, your eyes looking at mine through the mirror, your hands on my hips, and a now faster than any train track to ecstasy, and the certainty that all fantasies can be real with a lover like you…

For You Only

2008-02-05T01:47:00.000Z

Betty Page

We start with a drink, and then there are more... Tomorrow is a special day and we are celebrating, we are making it last...

We go to a club and there's no one in the last room... Two beers and a table and I sit comfortably, reclined, feet on your chair, between your legs, teasing with words... Another beer... The music is loud and my heart beats to it, to you, to the drinks... The centre of my body is compelled into you like an iman...

We kiss, your tongue touching my lips, softly, all so hot and wet... It's only when I grab your hair and pull your head back that you give in, a deep moan, all the air out of your lungs, and you slap my leg... Bad girl... Behave...

Or not...

Your hands are up my shirt, under your favourite silk and sequins bra, and I feel your knees parting my legs. I take the bra off and give it to you to smell it... your closed eyes and the way you lick your lips say it all, and when you look at me again you are transformed... Oh, lover, how I love to see you like that, to take you to that stage where I know everything is possible!...

'Baby, you're driving me crazy, I can feel you all over my body!...'

'Hmmm... no, you can't... not yet...'

And my hands slide from your chest down to your belly, inside your jeans, and the disbelief in your eyes just makes me want it more. I touch you, I can feel you in my hands, but it doesn't seem enough... that's what you do to me... So I look around and there is no one. Under the arch that leads to the room full of people no shadow seems to menace our precarious privacy, and I smile at you, hold you stronger, and take you in my lips. You feel so good, so strong and hot, and for sometime I forget where we are... My lips are still wet and I smile at you, again reclined, teasing, shirt up, showing you the breasts you love, the hard nipples you want to bite...

'These things you do to me... Ohh...'

'Get me drunk... Get me drunk and fuck me like a whore...'

'You wanna be fucked like a whore?'

'Yes, babe... Fuck me like a whore... '

The night took a fast way home, where our clothes flew over the furniture and we landed on the bed. We were so excited, my lover, I couldn't tell from my sweat and yours... Kneeling on the bed I feel your hands on my waist, holding me hard so I can't escape you... as if I would even try... You come inside me so slowly I feel like dying, and as you move deeper you bent over my ear...

'What do you want tonight?...'

'I told you to get me drunk and fuck me like a whore... I am drunk...'

Your slaps, my moans, our desperate and uncontrolled search for eachothers pleasure take us to madness, to an illogic race against our own breathing and heartbeat until I stop you and throw you on the bed... Now you're mine. Now I get you in my mouth and I feel you like never before, and you feel it like never before, and the reward you give is a new way to explore my body, with your fingers, with your tongue, breathing so fast and deep... like never before, my orgasm seems endless and my whole body numbs… for a minute I have no control of it. Spasms and I can not breathe, and before I have the time to recover you have turned me around and you're inside me again, slapping my thighs, getting to ecstasy while you say...
'You're my whore... I never had one like you... You're my favourite whore and I love fucking you!...'

It's another dimension now, because I'm your whore and we fell asleep on eachothers arms...

wordless...

2008-02-03T20:55:00.000Z

by Araki Nobuyoshi

... and my whole body is screaming for you every morning now... and I want to write and I have no words... and I just wanted to find them... or not...

Just a little bit longer...

2008-01-26T10:43:00.000Z

15th Century Astronomical Clock [Old Town Square - Prague]

Here we go again...

Tomorrow I'll feel the smell of your hair, the softness of your kisses and your strong arms around me. I will again have you breathing, hot, on my neck, and I will wake up with your beautiful smile, under the blankets, our bodies coming closer and closer until they are one and the sky will change its colour just for us...

Tomorrow I will have you again. Tomorrow all I've been dreaming of will be a step closer to become reality...

Oh, all these things we are and desire... We are lust and we are dreams, and dreams fade and lust is a deadly sin...

What are the odds?...

Dangerous

2008-01-24T23:46:00.000Z

Save me, my lover, for today I could kill him.

For all he did,

for all I let him do,

for all I did to myself.

And now he's back and I hate him again.

And I hate myself again.

Take this gun from my hands and drive me to ecstasy till the morning

or I will wake up with blood in my mouth...

Last night...

2008-01-17T20:36:00.000Z

by Tony Ward

... all my senses were yours, and the memories from last week came back all at a time to make my head spin and my hands wonder... Oh, babe, I wish you could have watched... you like it, don't you?...

I want you so bad...

Delirious

2008-01-16T13:18:00.000Z

Vanity by Frank Cadogan Cowper

Somedays I believe I am your princess...

Custard, my dear?...

2008-01-15T18:00:00.000Z

by River Clark

After the Thai dinner I swore to you I knew what was missing, I took you to my favourite dessert restaurant and asked for an applecrumble with custard… something sweet, warm... two spoons… let's see how well you feed me…

We are sitting by the window and passers by have full sight of me, in a busy restaurant downtown… No, my dear, your hands can not go up my legs, feeling my muscles, my tight jeans, all the way to what you wish the most… Have dessert… It will have to be enough for now to satisfy your needs of sugary and wet delights…

I feed you the first spoon and you close your eyes, breathing in to better feel its taste and texture, taking time… When you open your eyes again you seem possessed by the sort of lust that always brings you a different sparkle, and say it's my turn… Fill the spoon and take it to your lips first, lick the bottom of it, and dip it slowly into my watery mouth… I close my lips around the spoon and let you remove it… Your breathing is getting heavier and the effect it has inside me is unpredictable at a restaurant table… Unaware of it, I cross my legs and that brings a smile to your face… The next spoon you bring into my mouth has difficulty leaving it, with my teeth releasing it by bits, and every time I hold it a soft moan comes out of you, an interrupted breath, a split second of tension…

Holding the full spoon in your hand half way between us, eyes locked in mine, I sense a movement, a very tight short intense movement, and I feel it inside…

Ohhh… How do you do this to me?...

The dance went on in slow motion, so silent and contained no one noticed it, as I got hotter and wetter than your spoon filling… In and out of me your eyes took me so close to ecstasy, I think only my consciousness of where we were - brought to me by the noise of a dropped piece of cutlery – stopped the excessive blood flow to all the flamed areas of my body, and when I started sweating and that restaurant window was too much exposure… 'Babe, I'll be back…' … and from the restroom downstairs I brought you on my fingers the taste of your favourite dessert for you to lick…

'Let's have a glass of red now, shall we?...' – I said…

You helped me dress my jacket, wrapped my scarf around my neck and followed me… you were just too out of your mind to answer…

Loosing my freedom

2008-01-14T23:04:00.000Z

by Milo Manara

I see your frame through my entrance door stained glass, and I open before you knock… There you are, standing, grey scarf and the warmest smile, shaking hands, looking at me as if nothing else existed in the world, a red rose in your hand.

After all the silly childish lovely passion signs, we finally make it in the door and I take you upstairs to my room…

Oh, where to start?...

Your breathing is fast and irregular, your skin on my skin, your warm hands reaching for the right place to touch… Hours to get off our clothes, admiring, recognizing, exploring… more than the first time, more than any other time before… Our eyes looking out for every detail, every change, every sign of the short time passed between the water city and now… No changes, except for more desire, more lust, and maybe a bit more of that scary feeling intimacy brings… the forbidden words, the wish they would suit us, the fear they do…

Now we are naked, now there is no more hesitation, no more to wait for, and you hold my face, looking into my eyes, and I feel you, slowly, hot, hard, coming inside me… We stop and stay there. Eyes. That's all I remember, all that mattered. The waiting turns into madness and the night lasted till the sun was up, coming in through my bedroom window, lighting up your contours, my hair, our sweat, the grey linen… My first orgasm arrived on your lips and then I lost count, lost track, lost sense of time and place, and until I fell asleep in your arms there was nothing else, no one else, no other place in the world…

Oh, lover, turn that airplane around… I'm loosing my freedom...

my heart is out of control...

2008-01-06T21:22:00.000Z

... because I know you're coming tonight ...

more fear...

2008-01-05T23:16:00.000Z

Venere by Man Ray

I know we said we'd be free, I know we said there were no ties, no questions, no answers... oh my lover, how long will it last like that?...

Too much red wine, too many questions to ask, too many answers for unasked questions...

Let it be... it's just my mind...

suspirando

2008-01-04T23:05:00.001Z

by Manara

E estás próximo, cada dia mais próximo… Já te sinto o cheiro e o olhar, e a cada minuto que passa a ansiedade substitui a distância e já só penso nas tuas mãos…

Não te sei escrever nem descrever na minha língua que não entendes, e que já quase nem eu entendo, e que nem sequer nos faz falta. Falamos de outras formas, de tantas outras formas em que as nossas mãos são a voz mais alta, em sussurros, em sorrisos, gargalhadas, e quantas vezes soluços…

Não sei quem és nem de onde vens, nem por quanto tempo ficarás, mas és neste dia o melhor dos sonhos…

Não me acordes… não me acordes… não me acordes…

fear

2008-01-04T18:17:00.000Z

photo by Saudek

Last night you said there was a word waiting to be told when our eyes meet and there is nothing around except the silence of our souls, with a fragrant fresh wind caressing my hair, a flowery meadow with the impression of infinity, and our look at each other... You said if this moment would come, there would be no need for words, and that you would look only as deep in me as I could allow you to...

I am just terrified, my dear... Absolutely terrified...

Close your lips, shut your eyes, lock all the doors to those words, because my head is not ready for you and my heart is just being digested...

How I wish I was braver now...

a potom jsi řekl...

2008-01-03T01:07:00.000Z

... Mám Te rád!

pornoleituras

2008-01-02T22:10:00.000Z

Espero que este livro esteja traduzido em português... absolutamente imperdível... E o blog de Lewis Crofts também:

http://www.lewiscrofts.com/

rien plus a dire

2008-01-02T19:16:00.000Z

by Milo Manara

Aujourd'hui je ne sais pas pourquoi je t'ai tellement aimé… Tu es toute seule. Et comme ça tu resterais.

J'ai mangé mon cœur pour qu'il ne puisse jamais sentir… même de l'haine…

(im)possibilities

2008-01-01T13:54:00.000Z

'Lovers' by René Magritte

Last night you told me so many things... So many... Maybe too many...

You made me cry, you made me laugh, you made me wish the world was something else. And nevertheless, it is not.

What a shame...

Happy New Year

2007-12-31T11:21:00.000Z

by Milo Manara

May 2008 make all your wishes come true...

pole dancing...

2007-12-31T00:39:00.000Z

... and I'll tease them,

and i'll make their mouths water,

and in the end I will take you,

hot and wild,

into my room,

and finish the show in private,

for your eyes and hands only...

Come, and I'll show you what's in me...

last night

2007-12-30T14:27:00.000Z

'Aphrodite' by Milo Manara

Blonde... she was blonde and sweet... And you were so turned on, baby... I love you like that...

The Temple

2007-12-27T20:03:00.000Z

by Serpieri

You smile at me, after another sip of red wine in bed, and tell me to close my eyes... I feel you moving, your skin always in touch with mine, and something fresh, soft, gliding up the inside of my legs, my belly, my breasts and neck, so slowly, and then you wrap it around my eyes... a silk scarf... I lay there, curious, wondering, while i sense you moving around... I imagine all the things you can be doing... More wine? Maybe just puting on some movie, some other music...

'Ok, you can see now...' and you take the scarf off... candles everywhere, and the red room is now a temple, our temple, and you are my god for the moment. I smile, not believing what i see, still fuzzy from the scarf and focusing on your dreamy eyes... How amazing you are, my sweet lover!...

'Turn on your belly'... and as I do, a smell of coconut oil fills my senses... you let it fall on my back, drop after drop, and your hands are so hot touching my skin... I feel like each of them could grab my whole body... you could kill me with them... and that's just so unbearably exciting... You take your time, and your massage has no other intention than to relax me, to make me feel pampered and spoiled, and I let myself go... There's no other experience as dazzling as being under your touch...

Pleasures

2007-12-24T03:32:00.000Z

'Masturbation' by Nir Hod

Tonight I invited into my mind and you came, with no resistance to offer. All the smells, the flashes from that red room, the red wine, the red passion... All of them came to me, together with your eyes, your hands, my skin...

For a moment, tonight, I had you again, and the last taste in my mouth was yours... Then I ate our last chocolate, brought from the distant land of dreams, and it felt as to be the sweetest one in the pack...

Packing Dreams

2007-12-14T21:17:00.000Z

Tomorrow I'll meet you in the centre of the Square, and my heart will beat fast, and our eyes will meet, and I will feel your hands, your kisses, your breathing again... close... so close...

May life be always this sweet, my lover, for I wish not to wake up... Whisper to me...

red wine...

2007-12-11T23:26:00.000Z

... makes your senses go blurry...

... isn't that nice, when you don't want to feel them anyway?...

wired orgasms

2007-12-11T09:56:00.000Z

'What are you wearing tonight baby?...'

'Hmm... not much...'

And so we go, on and on, undress eachother, of clothes and misconceptions on pleasure and morality, until you say your tongue is in my mouth, and your hands are holding mine against the wall, and I loose all sense of reality... I see you in frames. Short fast coloured frames crossing my brain, in between the breathing and the whispering and your slaps on my thighs... I close my eyes to feel you better, to recognize you only from the sweet smell of your skin, the softness of your hair and the strenght of your fingers...

'Baby, your skin is so hot...'

Acceleration and sweat, heavy breathing and my hands nearly ripping off these cushions, and then I can't feel my brain anymore. Only spasms, a heavenly seizure, the fast memory of your face landing on the back of my neck, mouth open, trying to breath...

'Ohh... You really are a dream...'

Phone sex. Love it.

Limitations...

2007-12-11T03:35:00.000Z

Today i've been wanting you more than usual... because you're sad, and because i'm far, and because it's raining, and i'm cold, and you are cold too...

Last night i could not fall assleep...

2007-12-10T13:50:00.000Z

I wish my lover had been there, I wish his hands had found me... Thankfully, my imagination is way beyond my control and so I could rely on it to take me there, where you were, wrapped in your sweet scented duvet, dreaming of Venice...

opening the box...

2007-12-10T00:19:00.001Z

... and so this is the opening of the box... Lucia's Box... unlike Pandora's, unlike one full of chocolates... this one is mine.

From me, to you...

Relax and enjoy...