Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Whippets Long Term Effects

says it all for a dream ....


.... the dream starts when the cyber, I meet a young girl who obviously knew before I recognized it as a certain familiarity. We were fascinated by recognizing ourselves. Thin clad in tight jeans, she felt she wanted to get my attention. Her straight hair fell heavy on his back and his eyes were all-encompassing light. Suddenly we're not in the cyber but rather in a dark, where only your body and mine was lit by a bright light, white. In silence her small body and mine were tying, we enlazábamos like a dream, floating ethereal without spaces and timeless. We fit perfectly, her skin was smooth, soft, new. Her slim body with the key can only youth. His kisses were offered warm hiding a certain impatience. So we kept together until her body shuddered one last time. It ended and I was filled with pleasurable sensations, pouring in her the desire made nectar. So we stayed a time not too long. I felt lucky to have filled with new feelings of intense vertigo.


now walking through a maze of streets almost gothic but full of light, sun light of a pervasive, intense and warm. She went before me as anticipating what was to be done. No longer were their straight hair. Curly curls falling on his back, jeans were the same, her step more daring than before, his ease but that did not excite me. Little by little every corner that we asomábamos, after each curve drew whimsical street, appeared someone, always older people, and she always greets with a kiss on the cheek and say something to him. The major looked at me, some serious, some smiling, then after a repeat time and again this scene, I understood. At least I understood. The small ear telling them who I was. What we had done. In my head appeared clear picture of a gypsy clan in complicity with the girl I had been caught. Now that I had owned, now that she had given her virginity, I had no way out, belonged to them, they knew of my sins, I now require obedience. Suddenly we came to the center of what looked like a small square with pergolas laden with flowers, beneath them, they'd expected. Between them, in the center, the girl with the curls, huge family around her who smiled at me pleased.


Friday, February 10, 2006

Appropriate Congratulations

the morning ...

A beautiful morning, a full climate tolerable in February, biking, hitting fresh air in the face, the villages empty of Almagro, some stray dogs, the cobbled streets silent witnesses of many stories , paved with uneven cobblestones, asphalt patches, potholes, bicycles do not stop jumping, another bump, another blow to the front wheel, again seat hits me the ass, I'm standing on the pedals to maintain balance, climb the last village, came destiny, I stand and support my feet on solid ground. I go to pay the arrears of Edesur ballot, I hurt in my pocket, my legs hurt, I encourage you to go back to the bike, I ache all over, walking the 30 blocks back, am now warm, sticky .. .. Shit tomorrow! ...... I had stayed in bed .....