Your warm hello hid the memory of countless goodbyes, your charming smile hid the tears you caused along your cool way, your beloved carefree manner hid the sadly shuffled steps of those you coldly discarded. and at some odd meeting point lust and desire crumbled swiftly, a castle built on shifting sands, leaving only the pale memory of a rose-scented love affair, laced with broken goblets, cooling ashes in a fireplace,...

Just pack the least, there's a long way to go. Just grab your diary, your pen, your E-reader, your mobile and sack. Your journey is long, your soles are used to dust. Do not say goodbye, you are not leaving me, I left you before in silence it was my journey in the dark.                    

It was during golden Carnival, both veiled by our glittering masks, while the thick air was scented with spices, roses and also dust. It was then we laughed and flirted under the Venetian lights, and then the dark waters blessed us, sealing our bond of love and lust.    

He was all she ever wanted, she was another one on his list, he was her North and guide, she was just a stop on his way, he was her dear beloved, she was some accepted supply, he was her joy and desire, she was just an object he owned. And so, he stopped talking to her, she never stopped asking why. He just gave elegant excuses, and all of a sudden, she saw it all. She kindly ok and so long, she left without another word....

No one knew about their story, no one knew when it started, no one knew it would live, branded in their souls forever. No one knew anything about it, they just kept their secret safe. Only the river and the old bridge were their trusted friends. Their ways parted one day, as those of star crossed lovers do, Still, there´s a ripple in the waters that spells their names in the air, there are stone steps somewhere that have...

Fear not, my most beloved, the city keeps our liaison secure. The old stones have engraved our names in their fiery hearts, the greyish river remembers to keep our scent in its waters We somehow will always live in the travelling breeze of Time, In the old decayed doorways where we kissed defying Fate and every treasured second will shine softly for all lovers even in the darkest of nights.    

Even if other arms claim you in lust, even if the trace of your passions still lingers in other beds, other rooms, in cities lost in labyrinths of memory... Even it the portals of your playful heart have opened to multiple affections, stories fueled by pain and also desire, even if the caresses of unforgiving Time slowly cover your once worshipped body, wrapping your limbs in elusive immortality... I will still celebrate...

Out from the silence of years, lost in the memory of dead seconds, walking through the labyrinth of time knowing the way out is deeply hidden and the centre perversely elusive, I can still say your memory lingers in the city of bridges and dark river, in the flowery scent of warm nights, in the fading music of some old bar and in the crossroads of my own heart.    

“You will be granted a wish and you will be able to enjoy for twenty-four hours,” said a voice. I looked around, trying to find where it had come from. A shadow emerged from one of the corners of my room, its face was veiled and still, I felt its piercing eyes on me. “Twenty-four hours. Now, state your wish, your deepest desire.” “Who are you? How did you enter?” “Never mind, I am who I am and there is no wall I can´t go...

Just the sanding of the years on a wall still firm and strong, just the flaking here and there, while time smiles and goes on. Just a few more marks and lines on a surface still quite smooth, while events unfold and fade, while peace and turmoil meet and love and desire rub elbows with the paleness of dying seconds.

Time and gardens go together, love and roses go together crystals and rain go together, fireplaces and Winter also go together… We, on the other hand, shared time in gardens, enjoyed love and roses, loved raindrops on crystals, cuddled near the fireplace in cold, ice-cold Winters, and yet, sadly enough, we are no longer together.  

It was in the madness of lust that I found my purest moment. In the raw melting of orgasm I found Death and defied her. It was then I reached the Divine, while agonizing amidst spasms, it was then I learnt I was yours and yet I was dangerously free, like the wind in the desert, free to live throughout our desire, to wander through the realm of lust, to become one with the elusive flame, the one that ignites and feeds life...

Just now I remembered you, years have not faded your memory, time has not killed my feelings, desire flows through muy veins and my spirit remains indómitable. You gave me once the gift of lust, of laughter in the face of time, of love wrapped in companionship and that stays in me,untarnished, just like the scent of your skin in the fading seconds, in the lost hours.

The night air is thick with your memory, time tugs at the folds of life' s robe, your words remain in some part of my mind, and I remember our brief hours of joy. We searched different paths,that's all. Perhaps you will also remember our story and perhaps you will just choose to forget. It matters not now,all is immaterial at last, I have arrived at my own crossroads and I see a half hidden,untrodden road. And while you v...

Through time and distancesand in your case other arms,we have become strangers,strangers who politely refuseto acknowledge each other.I would have not ended this, would not have betrayed you,would not have strayed from you,would not have left you at all.So so many memories flowand flood the solitude of hours,I have nothing else to tell you,you may have chosen well,you may have chosen badly,I care not now, you have chosen....