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Saturday, March 15, 2008

Summer night Inebraited by excitement and alcohol they came into the sparkling night. Her legs warm and weak she was steadied by the loving hand. She sat near him, his face shadowed by the moonlight and smoke. Her desire to hold him, kiss him, was daunted by the brevity of the encounter. Instead she... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 14, 2008

wisdom

Wisdom Nature best knows when to rest and let go. When tired she accepts the autumn wind with abandon and relief She enjoys the perish of her blossoms and juices. The soil dry, lets its grip on the roots relaxing patiently for the first drop to come. The sea shimmering and pregnant with the summer... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

MOTHER

MOTHER Bundled in her arms she looked:her face tender, astonished.. She was reluctant to leave the wet womb. She was dragged to life on a Sunday morning. Love was not there. Fear extortion promises prohibitions, everything to harness the revolutionary cells. Survival was eminent: Pretense deceit... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

My country

My Country The winter sun deceivingly warm, bathed the white peaks. He had seen "The Cordillera" from above; aloof, powerful in its solitude. Now, he could almost touch her magnet in its cold womb. The naked trees were oblivious of spring charmed by Morpheus;the only sound the timid water in the... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Andros

Andros In my youth, struck by adolescent insecurity, my senses were numb. The island stood patiently till the mature woman discovered her and fell under the spell. The harbor timid, insignificant led to the shining shores licking the golden sand in a perpetual erotic embrace. The sun mesmerized,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 18, 2008

The weeping willow

The weeping willow The led sky with the silver clouds came upon her heavy. Under the weight she bowed gracefully, and the wind gave her the lullaby sound. Long, slender and delicate; her only strength was the pla sticity to bow and curve, following the touch of the powerful master. The dangling... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

DANGER?

Danger? The September night sweet and liberating shades light to the dark castrated soul. Painfully she demands the shedding of handcuffs to reach the conquering infinite. How sweet and dangerous is the boundless power! Like a modern Caligula we question: where does guilt come from? How tempting to... Sign in to see full entry.

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