Tag: lifestyle
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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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ORANGE WINE
With your hands covering my eyes I’m testing your wine while you are standing right behind, close, very close, the soft sound of your voice, so very close to my neck, travels with the air you breath, oh, so very close to my ear. Well, how about it then? I nod in approval. Your hands…
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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…
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THE SHINING
Is it me, or the screen of our telephones is taking our will to be physically wherever it is we might find ourselves on any moment, one login at the time. If this was something, somehow, we pondered about before, now, in a way, it is almost a matter of fact, one could even say.…