Category: romance
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CHANGES
Things go fast, very fast, around me. I seat back and sip my lemonade, with a twist. It gets warm, hot, I put my fresh hand on the back of my neck while I see my world melting, things are changing, I learn to deal with it. My body is not my temple, it’s my…
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WILD STRAWBERRIES
I fight progress one human-tended supermarket counter at the time. I don’t mind the waiting, in fact, I like it, to a point, of course, and I enjoy the soft voice in the corner of my ear whispering, you do have time. I am, indeed, in no rush. I have been to many places and,…
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LIKE AN OCTOPUS WITH THREE HEARTS
I retrieve my tentacles like an octopus with three hearts. In a manner of a fishing net with delicate blunt hooks by the edge, I spread myself to catch the favorable offerings. Over excited about fulfilling the romance prophecy. Rushing, not seeing, not reading, while the red flags play a decorative role to be ignored,…
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COLD SHOWERS
‘What were you doing over there?’, he says with a teasing look in his eyes and a shy bit of his perfect set of teeth temptingly, and inquisitively, showing. For the sake of the mood, on this setting and my own, I am going to have to improvise and probably lie. I choose to narrow…
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UNICORNS
To my astonishment, I have, indeed, met, ‘cross my heart and hope to die’, believe me you, I kid you not, the, oh, so very adored, imaginary no more, unicorns. Four beautiful, sparkly and magnetic creatures and they were planning to round up the night by innocently snatching a police vehicle, with me casually picked…
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LOVERS
I will not make the mistake of thinking I am the one. The only one you care to be with, the one with whom you enjoy time best. We are not new to one another. You have met me before, when you met your fine wife, when you met your, oh, so adored, last summer’s…
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TREASURE HUNTING
With my pink friend I follow the Georges, the Gilberts, the Geralds and the Greys. My clouded mind goes weaker and weaker as I’m connecting the dots through this wild adventure, this blind folded hunting for a treasure. An eel running through and inside my belly, my inner thighs and discharges by my spine. I…
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STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT
‘It’s quite funny, isn’t it? How things move back and forth in the heart, in the mind, until they settle somewhere deep inside’, the words coming out easy between the two strangers in the night seated by the counter of this, yet another, beautifully oil-preserved, Mahogany bar. It is surprisingly easy to reveal one’s deepest…
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MY PRETTY LEFT FOOT
I look down at my left foot, my favourite part of my body. It looks very pretty in my pink and red high-heeled shoes. I only choose to wear them today to honour and match the decoration of this new venue I’m being shown to. It’s hidden, the kind one rings on a very discreet…
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THE GIRL WITH FLOWERS IN HER HAIR
She was the girl with flowers in her hair not to be found in California but in a small bar at the road’s end, seated alone by the table at the far in corner of the room, the one close to the mirror on the wall framed robustly gold. With her gaze she would catch…
Ana Iñigo Olea 