Caffe au lait

It's just funny the way things go. disappointement after disappointement and you still find the way to keep your head up.
But there is the point when you have to cross some lines in order to find yourself again.
Goddiva's creations cannot recreate the colour of his skin, and the sweet scent of the "eternity". His height, his weight, his face, his hands going down her white arms....and it was that night to morning when they both discovered that some boundaries have to be crossed.
The skin's colour has no importance....he called it passion, attraction, instinct...and normal act between a woman and a man, an act of intimacy that some times can reach the depth of your heart.
The innocent game began a long time ago, with a dance...she just loves dancing, and he was a good match for her....hands in hands, gentle sexual movements, sweat and desire....that's how you can define the chemistry between them
His slow gentle voice, careless whispers in her year, slow gentle music.
She was nervous...he was her first experience of the kind, but she was too tempted by his skin like chocolate.
The first snow started comin down....under this white scenario, milk came togather with dark mocca coffee....resulting caffe au lait....after hours of teasing, the pressure was too much for both of them so the final call has been made....under the purity of fresh winter snow

Time

Another page has been turned in this book called life. Another day passed me by, but in a new year...and it got me thinking...what does time mean to me?
sometimes, you never feel it passing you by...you just wake up one week later wondering what the hell happened. Maybe you smoked,drank, slept too much. and you never get to sense time's true meaning until you run out of it.
Every second extra that keeps me awake when I am not supposed to, steals more time from the life and present I am supposed to live.
Already almmost 20 years passed me by...20 years..I don't even know how come time passed me by so quickly...and it's strange....because 20 years seem like a really long time when you say it...but when you're living those 20 years, time seems to be altered.
It's just like saying...I'll meet you in an hour..time might go quickly or slowly...and i reached one conclusion
time is a state of mind, depending on your emotions...time passes by so quickly when you are happy and it seems to crawl when you are in pain.
but everything is depending on time. But what will it happend when we'll globally run out of it? can it be that the end of this present time leaves an opening for a new order?
and how would the time be expresses in that new order?

Boring in the city

sometimes women have the same urges like men.Besides buying showes, walking down Covent Garden to Picadilly, sometimes women feel like they need a goos shag. and why should be afraid to admit it. But sex for women always has been a tabu subject, and the difference between male sexual domination is still powerful. I cannot stopt to wonder why women who need to satisfy this urge and had many men in their lifes are being called slags, and the guys who got in the knickers of zillion women are just...men.
This masculin pride of men sleeping with as many women possible seems to have contaminated the enviroment of womens' strictness regarding whom they might let sleep in their bed tonight.
Sometimes I even feel like a man trapped in a woman's body, as temptation floats everywhere. Not only man are allowed to turn their head whenever they see a "piece of meat"...common, we cannot honestly say that when we were walking holding our boyfriend's hand we didn't turn our head checking out the guy from the corner.
and so I am trying to start my monologue in a Carrie Bradshaw way, thinking why some girls are so afrad to develop their sexuality in a slagish society.
Men are too proud and to afraid that women might claim the sexual power in the society and be dominant speciment in a relationship.
Sex is power in the hands of the ones that know how to use it properly. And that's why there is a war before sexes. Females are trying to gain their sexual teritory and status, because a woman that has more men then indicated are not neccessarly slags, but they are starting to gain some more teritory in a savage land.
So here I am at 3 in the morming, tired like hell trying to sleep, browsing tattoos and fileled with all these thoughts...
maybe i'll text him later

I am OCD and I love it

Society encounters new patterns of behaviour every day...angry shouting people, fake smiling ones, introverts extroverts,narcisists....because that's what they are and they enjoy themselves just like that.
Every one copes in a different way...alcohol, weed, heavy drugs, breaking plates, beating wife, cutting themselves etc etc...
I used to cut myself...not nice..complete insanity...I used to drink, pointless...it only made me really sick and the head aches were unbearable, I smoke,I really do..I am a heavy smoker..I wake up in the morning and light a cigarette trying to remember what I dreamt...I used to hit people for fun, but violence brings you...NO GOOD!
Yesterday, being tuesday, was the spilff day...gathered some mates of mine around, testing a new product...everything chill and nice...except one problem...the second they left I started scrubbing...because it was dirty...and i couldn't stand it....eveything off my desk, desinfectant, sponge, new delicate clean scent, clothes on the bed, arranging them all again
YES I AM AN OCD....i have a problem with cleaning...whenever I am stressed, anxious or stuff like that, I just clean...dust, hoover, re-arrange, throw...everything is on the list, because there is nothing better than having a nice hot shower and a cigarette in an extra clean room.
This is me, I can't change...sometimes i mistake it as for a thing of common sense, but sometimes I tend to agree that it's pure insanity...but even this insanity is all mine

she said to me that writting helps...clearing your mind, ordering your thoughts, making you feel releaved
But i have so many things to say that I don't even know where to start from...wish I had a white Christmas back home, next to my friends and family....there are so many things that I am longing for, and so many things that I know i can't have...
But still nothing stops me from dreaming and hoping that one day things will go my way...That I will finally say..yes, this is what I trully want..
We are tied to this world by our desires, they are the chains that hold us down...
I can't remember when was the last time I sat down and read a good book...
I can't remember when was the last time I said I love you and actually meant it, and not saying it because I am used to love the idea of being in love.
They say that time heals..But it would be better to say..time repeats..over and over again. You tend to repeat so many times the things you do, and you end up forgeting how it felt at the beginning. This is the reason why Orpheus was not allowed to look behind. Seeing her again....he submitted her to repeating process, and poor her...she faded away..
That's why I look behind...so i can forget..
and i start asking myself...actually I am asking for the definition of hapiness
Louis Guilloux defines it in a simple way..."The true hapiness is the one that bursts out of one's heart and is being reflected on another...a child to be held in one's arms. One must never see it as a mature woman...make her die for love...as for love...it's even much more easier to be defined..one must conquer her into its' depths,make her weep"
These words are deep though many people might not understand them..but they don't need comprehension...they need to be felt...lived
Ma croyance....etait jadis l'amour...now it's vague.

We chose the worst time to fall in and out of love, we chose the worst time for regrets...you never ment to cause me trouble, you never ment to cause me pain. Yet I feel it fully alive in me, all those times we spent togather or separate..
Your urge to protect me from yourself and now the regrets that you let me walk away that day you said that you didn't love me anymore...
But now you are here, back in my life, saying that you can never come between me and him, that you wouldn't hurt me
You're the only one to see me in the purple rain...
Il y a 3 ans, 3 ans sans toi et une nouvelle vie. Mais je ne peut pas controller mes pensees.Je me rappelle la premiere fois quand je t'ai connu dans le parc...les cheveaux bruns et longs, ton visage d'enfant, ton desespoir parce qu'elle ne t'aimait plus.
L'hiver...magique...avec toi, dans tes bras, avec ta voix douce, et ton regarde sourisant. Il faut dire que les deux on fait des erreurs, en choisisant ce moment pour tomber amoreux, quand tu devait passer tes examens, et j'avais deja quelqun dans ma vie...
Povre diable.....tu etait ma neccessite, mon reve d'adolescente, mes pensiers de jeune fille qui amait un Hyperion, une personne sans ame et sains raison

Remembrance...

you fool, you old fool...you sit on your chair all alone, having a drag and drinking a beer....you feel alone but you are too afraid to admitt it. You lost everything that ever made sense to you...you might have money now, but you don' have love...you don't have warm arms wrapped around you and a gentle kiss to wake you up in the morning..
you mistreated her, made her feel like a dirt bag and now she's gone for good....she smiles whenever she sees you, but you know it's not the same...you can read the contempt on her lips, maybe hatred in her eyes..
But you know you are not even worth of being hated...she just passes you by, just like she passes a stranger, looks you straigh into your eyes and moving on.
She ..has found her way, a different path from yours. She is still young, and she still has so much to see....you used to call her yours once, but not because you had any feeling for her, but because you knew that that girl's little heart was stupid enough and beat for you. You knew how much she loved to make you smile and spoil you, you knew that she was there for you
But one day..she went away, and left you behind. And it's just now that you start wondering whether she might have been someone that you will regret...
she is happy, trully happy unlike you, unlike you that uses alcohol to drown his sorrow, and uses other women to fill the void that she left....she is so far that you can't touch her anymmore....she is so far and she is not looking back anymore...maybe just to say good bye for good