New Years Resolutions are all about improving, changing, transforming – usually for the best. Since my teenage years I figure, as probably most of the feminine part of the planet, I have had the same New Years Resolution:
Be tall and thin.
Problem is, I am not taller that Sponge Bob, and I am 42 and that is not going to change, so yes! reality is a bitch, and since I have milked my boobs for more than 2 years – so is gravity.
The past years had brought me a big deal of ex
New Years Resolutions are all about improving, changing, transforming – usually for the best. Since my teenage years I figure, as probably most of the feminine part of the planet, I have had the same New Years Resolution:
Be tall and thin.
Problem is, I am not taller that Sponge Bob, and I am 42 and that is not going to change, so yes! reality is a bitch, and since I have milked my boobs for more than 2 years – so is gravity.
The past years had brought me a big deal of experiences that
- What?
- Nothing.
- (…) What is wrong?
- Nothing!
He knows that that nothing is far from nothing. He wraps his towel around his waist, his shoulders still wet. He tilts his head looking for her gaze, but her gaze he knows he is not going to find, because when she says that not-making-eye-contact nothing! with an exclamation mark – he knows there is going to be a long night.
She never makes eyes contact when she is upset. Maybe because she is so upset she knows she will hate him i
In a white cotton battlefield, I realize my enemy isn’t you.
… and then I imagine that it is you – I think of you, I hear you, I dream you – even you are not the one who is fighting me tonight.
.
when your nose caresses my neck, my skin smells like expectation,
when you mark furiously my breast with your teeth, my skin smells like desire,
when you ride me and grab my hair, my skin smells like anger and lust,
when your breath blows near my sex, my skin smells like impatience…
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“come” she says, tapping the bed with her hand.
When he comes back from the bathroom, she is still laying on her side. He hesitates.
He lays next to her, mirroring her. They look into each others eyes in a never ending moment, and he wishes that moment never ended.
Her lips open slightly, and when his eyes move from her pupils to her lips – and she notices his eyes traveling to her lips – these change from a circle to a semi-circle.
“l love you too” he anticipates b
I get in the water and when my feet are barely touching the sandy bottom, I take my bikini off. I hang it around my neck and see my nipples getting hard. Despite the 24 degrees, the water feels cold when you dip inn after lying in the sun for some time. It feels nice around my skin, my sex, my arms… it feels nice to swim naked, floating, letting go, and really letting go…
I peek at the shore and I contemplate the blanket of people there, talking, playing games, and carrying on with the entert
There is absolutely nothing funny about procrastination in the middle of the night. I am not talking about the evening, but the night. That time on the 24h round when “normal” living creatures snooze - no, sorry people, but night animals and vampires and are equally creepy and not considered “normal”.
I wish I was more like Sleeping Beauty; she takes a bite from an apple and she snoozes eternally and undisturbed like there is no tomorrow. Why I wish that? Because when I am upset or stressed,
- Is it human nature to sabotage our own happiness?
I take a moment and I weight every word before I answer her. This is not the first time she does that and I wonder myself why she does it.
Because she does, sometimes, sabotage her own happiness. I have seen it before. And then she comes all confused looking for answers – answers she already knows.
I am getting annoyed. Maybe is just my mood today, maybe is because my phone is making a weird noise or maybe is because she comes out of t
- What at you looking at? – I ask.
- The leather on your pants – he says.
- There’s no leather on the back of my pants.
- Well… my eyes see leather on the back of your pants – He gives me a smirk.
I am second in line to pay at the gas station. I have my hair on a ponytail exposing my neck, and it raises the skin on my entire body when I feel a breeze on the base of my hairline. When I turn around, I see two green eyes looking at me from above, from a very above.
I turn my back wit
Stunned, a champagne glass slips from my hand and scatters all over the floor.
- Mama, why this finger is called the “fuck finger”?
- HAHH?! Eyes wide open, mouth wide open.
I stare at her for a moment and I try to read her. She is not being a smart ass, she keeps trying to fold her fingers into a “fuck you” position and she barely manages. Just the smash of the glass seems to take the attention away from her hand.
- They say this is the “fuck”finger, but why?
- What? Where did yo
Fantastic.
Apparently, getting shit faced with gin or vodka – or some other “lady drink” – was perfectly ok, as long as you did easy up with the whiskey.
vodka – ok
gin – ok
methylated spirits – ok
ALL THESE combine with KLONOPIN and THORAZINE – absolutely!
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- How´s life in Shankville, bitch?
- As usual, drunk and full of pills.
- Perfect, let´s go to Wallmart stoned!
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Let me put on my pointy bra and shake you a martini, darling.
C´mon! it is soft whiskey (whatever that
She is sleeping peacefully next to me, and when I move to stretch my back a little, she reaches my arm with her hand, looking for mamas comfort as she needs to make sure I am right there. I look at her and I remember the outburst some hours before.
“When I am older, I am going to have all the candy I want! And I will play with Barbies and… and… and I am going to eat in McDonalds everyday!” She screams.
“Very well then, suit yourself,” I tell her, while I am cleaning the kitchen counter.
Every early morning during the summer season, you may notice several men rushing down to the beach and setting up hammocks and beach chairs on the sand, carefully aligned, like generals setting up their troops before battle.
Early, you would think, for people that will not get down there until some hours later.
It is all about positioning.
These men are patrolled are carefully instructed. There is some serious thinking on this. The chairs and hammocks have to be right in front of the w
morning light fights to make its place among the branches
shy sunrays lick insecurely dew on the grass
breeze waking up
as he stomps through the woods
fallen leaves breaking the silence
absorbing the imprint of his boots
as she absorbs his most precious secret
he is coming home
looking for him through the window
an overdried teacup with a kitchen cloth
repetitive round motions, like a mantra
looking beyond the tree line
she is waiting
the lumberjack comes home
the door su
They say all things – good and bad ones – come in three.
… l am waiting for the third one.
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She is looking at me from the inside her bubble. She is standing there holding a tube of glue, her hands and her fingers completey cover with the sticky stuff. She has been working for some time now hard enopugh to put the bubble together but she is not finished yet. The bubble is not still all round and smooth; it still has plenty of tape and glue all over. Seems like a constant work in progres
l love...
l love water - to swim, to drink, to shower, to bath, to swim, to swim, to play
l love my childrens laugh - and more their cries for mama´s comfort
l love to use my arms as post-its and write all over
l love life
l love boyfriend
l love to send sms, and mms, and im, and every single way to digital communication.
l love to be a woman
l love design - l live to design
l love to write love notes on little papers
l love my mom´s kisses - and her potato omelette
l love my dad´s in
Hi havia una vegada...
(Once upon a time...)
"Once upon a time" is how one begins to tell - not to explain, but to tell - a story that will make you believe in magic. "Once upon a time" coming out of your grandparents mouth, means that you need to hurry up and get a seat - or to seat on their lap, to cross your legs like a Buddha on the floor, or to lay still in bed. Something is about to happen.
Escolta amb atenció (listen carefully)
Aaah! Heart pumping.
l heard this story the fir
She is looking forward this business trip, not because of the trip itself, but because that presents the opportunity to meet her last lover. This one is the one that has left the most powerful imprints on her, not only on her body, but on her soul, on her very core.
She has become his property. He is her owner now.
To encounter him was full of excitement, desire, passion. She has been in a path of pure fulfilment for the past times, and she is happy with all those experiences her temporall
H- hi love
SH- god morning
H- what do you want to do?
SH- dunno
H- do you want to go for a walk?
SH- mm..ok
H- we can go to town
SH- mm..ok
H- what are you in the mood for?
SH- it´s indifferent to me.
H- you know what l am in the mood for?
SH-
H- can we...
SH- l didnt have my coffee yet
H- l wil serve it to yo, my dear.
SH- no, you never do it like l like it.
H- l do something you like
SH- laundry, yes
H- no, something else
SH-
H- oh c´mon, l am dying here
SH- didnt you want
