A Polaroid Picture

A slight presence of attraction at first
growing and intensifying like no other sparkle,
stranger steps converging and lighting up the same path,
little touches here and over there,
unknown patterns are drawn on the skin,
fingers playing around vaguely shy at the begining
trembling the most sensitive parts of a fragile body,
tickles around the necks and ears rip the faces with smiles
turning red the pores of both visages,
lips get to cross over
little bites and teasing filled up the air,
both breathings intensify,
touches are no longer gentle
movements speed up
noises and whispers are born,
an ultimate stare of both eyes clarifies the desire,
clothes become part of another world
barefeet portraying and outlining the curves,
hands tendering every single part of the body,
passionate kisses all over
tongues playing together
bodies rubbing at each other,
eyes closed in the dim of light,
suddently pleasant whispers are back again,
breathing and heartbeats accelerate,
both eyes meet in the middle of the moment
words are pronounced
laughs penetrate the darkness
and a sudden urge to scream plays in,
noises, pressings, moanings and more rubbings,
bodies playing around
testing each other's limits
breathe in and out
and ouch!
Images are no longer clear
sweat and fluids all over
eyes not seeing the reality
moans are getting higher and louder to the roof,
more frequent indeed,
as if whatever angel or devil that chooses to possess the two trembling bodies,
warm chills and whispers around the ears,
thoughts are barely welcomed,
both heartbeatings intensify,
everything seems to go faster
and upsidedown
final shout
and silence.
Seconds later the presence of hastening breathings,
eyes staring at each other
lips melting together
and two bodies wrapped around in unison.

Spell It Out For Me, Please.

I see them leaving as strangers. The place is no longer packed of people. We don't know each other, and we don't have to. Because, we don't want to leave parts of ourselves for others to carrie on their shoulders. Or maybe we want to, but we just don't have enough courage and energy to do so. Why should we? Why should we cut parts of us to share with others? It wouldn't make any difference. Everyone is so busy. So sick. So sad. So suffocated to add another name to their mental list of people they barely know. But if it wouldn't make any difference, why shouldn't we just share tiny bits of us? We might be surprised. Yes... we might.

I saw them leaving as strangers. Now they're back as a couple. They're no longer strangers. It seems to me that everyone is getting closer. They know each other, except for me. I'm still a stranger to this place. To them. To myself.

I see this girl chilling. She glances at me every minute or so. Should I go over to her? Should I, for the very first time, stop being a stranger in this place full of familiar faces to which I've never had the courage to, for once, say "Hi"? I don't want to be a stranger anymore. Please, tell me what to do. Spell it out for me, please.

I saw her leaving...

The Puzzle Of Life?

- I think happiness has something to do with what we lack in the life we happened to be living in, don't you think?

- Mm... "What we lack in the life we happened to be living in"? So, you're saying that a person is happy when he has everything he hopes for in his life. Whereas someone's unhappy because there's something missing in his/her life, right?

- Yea.

- But, to be happy, you got to know and accept who you are. You got to accept the fact that you happened to be born in this life, your life. Hence, you won't need to look for anything else to make your life happy, if you've accepted your life already.

- Well, but every one of us needs something, sometime in our lives. And some people will never be happy because there's something lacking in their lives. And they go on searching for that something, not being sure if they'll find it till the end. And when people are happy it's because they've found that something, so nothing's missing in their lives, thus they're fully happy.

- But again, being happy is knowing to love and to accept yourself and others. That's the foundation of happiness. So, if you love yourself and those around you with all your heart, and if you accept who you are, then you won't need to look for other things, right?

- Well, that's interesting... Ok, let's put it this way: to be happy is to love and to accept yourself and those around you. But what if the thing that is lacking in your life is precisely that: loving and accepting yourself and others. So, you lack the capability to love and to accept. As a consequence, you're not happy, because that is something missing in your life. Therefore, it's sensible to say that it doesn't matter what's the foundation of happiness. Because the truth is, when you lack something in your life, that's exactly what's happening, THERE'S SOMETHING MISSING. That something could be anything, for instance the so called foundation of happiness. What you reckon, huh?

- Mm... Yea, everything goes back to where we started... Right now, I'm happy because there's nothing missing in my life.

- I think I'm happy too, because I've got almost everything I need in my life...

- But, if you're happy it means you've got everything you've asked for.... But you said you've got AlMOST everything, so I assume you're not truly happy, yea?

- Well, it's hard to have everything we hope for. That's why we got to be flexible, that's why we are humans...

- I thinks it's easier to know if there's anything we lack of rather than if we've got everything in our lives.

- That's all the same. What you lack and what you have. For instance, if you lack talent it's because you don't have it. If you have talent, it means you don't need to find it, you're not missing on it.

- It's not the same. When you truly accept your life, you know what you don't need. You know there's nothing missing in your life. But if you know that you're not having everything you've hoped for, it somehow means you're not satisfied with yourself, your life. It'll make you want more, long for more no matter if it's on a mere object or on emotional level. You see what I'm trying to say?

- Well, I think I got what you mean...

- So, are you truly happy then? Don't lie.

- I'll tell you later... When I find the answer.

At The Balcony

I see you there. You are playing with your hair and glancing at me every once in a while. When you turn to me, you give me that smile which makes me want to dive into you more than anything else in this world. But you always stop my imagination from going further. You are always like this. You make me wonder but then you push me away. What have I done to you? Why can you be so cruel yet so enchanting with your devilish smile? What's behind all these silent glances which shout more than words? Mere words. You are here. I see you just like this... Standing at the balcony, playing with your hair... And the moment you turn to me, it makes me realize you are never here. You were never at the balcony. At our long lost balcony.

Time's Up, It's Expired

We live an insatiable romance. Our appetites can never be satisfied. You always want more. More from me, more from the almost emptied heart which can barely hold me alive. You want more. You need more. And I've been giving it all to you. Almost.
You say we are strange creatures and I couldn't agree more with that. We are always fighting due to our common stupidities. Battles are on from the very first minute we wake up and end when we decide just to cherish a tiny bit of peace and serenity...
Now, you say you are tired. You say you don't want to go any further. You say you've had enough. And I'm sitting here, right here where we pick at each other most of the time, wondering who is going to fight with me ever again. Who is going to start with me another senseless but strangely sweet battle? And who is going to pump my bloodless heart to keep me awake at all times? I've never been awake. From the moment we met, I forgot what awake meant. And now I no longer remember what it means.