Hugged for long with Erica (the actors made us 🙂 ) – a lovely girl a coté – lived in Ldn, just moved to Paris. Kept taking notes hiding away in her diary. Curvy but sexy. 27ish. Jeans cut mid-thigh with black embroidery in-threaded partly covering the cut. Open face. Not so much body posture way tho. Pitty 🙂
My eyes sink in it and I disappear into his words. Can’t lift my eyes. Can’t hold onto any self sense… and I stand like a stone. Like a vanished stone, but still one. Weightless, netherless.
Who’s this guy? where does he get his hope from? Seems more at the end of it than me! I pass by the stash of discarded things the next morning. He’s right. There is still some, left there on the bottom of that pandora box – a trace of humanity.
De cand presupunem ca spiritele/sufletele sunt mai putin oarbe ca oamenii? Tot oameni si ele! Vantura Dumnezeu stie ce lumini si umbre, ne mai ingemanam din cand in cand unii cu altii nedumeriti printre perdele. Ai reusit sa iesi din pestera lui Platon?, si dincolo tot oglinzi?
A new scenario for a film about dying quickly comes to mind. One where I’d go and get him out of bed, exhausted of hope as he is. (…) and dance myself extatic! Get him to dance with me to the edge of life/love. “Se a cabo” style.
The dust of faith, the disappearance of the men in the boat, the transcendence of hope. A feeling of sorrow and lightness flowing together. A presence.
Trees to reshape your imagination. Both of us branching gaze and breath, hands and steps through their gigantic intricate stories. Antropoforming emotions, dramas and passions. Tragedies. Venalities.
… Just sexdump that girl.
And go for the one that would stab you while you lean your damn brains back in confidence. Full thrust. Gut or chest you red:
“I’ll give you lust mofo!”
As if this proximity to the organic and the vital needs is somewhat inherently manifest in the way people befriend each other here.
ramuri uriase extinse peste tot. maiestuos cu aroma de jasmine, de chiparoase, de flori de tei in plina explozie macerat de multa ploaie de vară. GARDENII! My world!
vintim 