“Poate ca pentru lume esti o singura persona, dar pentru o anumita persoana, esti intreaga lume.”  Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Perhaps it’s the perfume of your skin……

Perhaps it’s the shining flicker in your eyes…..

Perhaps it’s in the touch of your hand….

Perhaps it’s in the smoothness of your lips…..

Perhaps it’s in the vibration of your soul……

That whispers to mine….

Words of sweet love, words of wild passion

Pure words of honesty, words of trust….

That burn illusion into reality

I love you….

I breathe you…

I want you…more and more each day

 

Sin of my skin

Truth of my fantasy

When wild passions devour secret desires

And make them come true

Within breathless vibrations of emotions

Within endless sensations of creation

This love – becomes our own creation

Burning our hearts into an endless swirl of eternity

As universe stopped for a moment – our moment of infinity

 

“Cea mai buna dovada a dragostei este increderea.”  James Joyce

Ar fi minunat daca noi, oamenii am avea sufletele “la vedere”, si anume daca infatisarea fizica, invelisul uman, ar evoca sufletul , sunt incredintata ca am trai intr-o lume mai buna. Sufletele bune, curate si sincere ar fi invaluite de o aura stralucitoare, ar fii ingerii lumii, ai paradisului, iar sufletele rele, teribile si defaimatoare ar fi invaluite in intunecime si nu s-ar mai amesteca printre ingeri , purtand masti zambitoare, iubitoare, ale frumusetii fizice trecatoare. Frumusetea este o cursa, nebunia o involutie, uratenia o incercare, iar realismul pe cale de disparitie. Ce este cel mai trist este faptul ca mastile de carnaval ce unii si unele le poarta zi de zi transforma lumea asta intr un circ macabre, iar atunci cand intalnesc o persoana sincera si cumsecade sa merg la biserica sa fac matanii…..ce tristete ma incearca….unde e iubirea care lasa lumina sa patrunda inauntru…..de ce nu mai suntem sinceri si frumosi cu adevarat…..sa fie tot o masca…de aparare, a unor oamenii care au fost prea incercati si prea raniti….? Posibil……trist si tragic deopotriva….

“Dragostea este poezia simturilor.”  Honore de Balzac

 

Cand te am intalnit…nu am crezut nicio clipa ca am sa ma indragostesc nebuneste de o persoana incredibil de frumoasa, de un suflet minunat, alaturi de care voi trai o splendoare de iubire, ce a rasarit plapanda, ca un ghiocel de sub zapada groasa…..cu pasi marunti, a crescut, a inmugurit si a imbobocit intr-un trandafir al dragostei fierbinti, pure, nebunesti, pasionale, sensibile, emotionale…..nu credeam sa invat a muri vreodata…..de atat de multa iubire, impletita cu atata dor si atata dorinta pura, neintinata…..nu exista nimic ascuns, nimic nerostit, te simt intru totul si stiu ca imi apartii mie asa cum si eu iti apartin tie…..pentru toata viata

Cu fiecare clipa ce trece, fiecare bucatica a sufletului tau, completeaza sufletul meu, intr-un puzzle al iubirii perfecte, inocente, seducatoare, dulce , senzuale si tandre……care explodeaza in sfintenia sinceritatii pure, ce rasare in ochii tai si se reflecta intr-ai mei…..paradisul sufletului meu….horizonturile inimii tale…in mine te reagasesti doar tu in esenta asa cum in tine ma regasesc eu ca esenta…neschimbate , ci transformate in eternitate…

 

Te iubesc, cea mai frumoasa iubire a mea….

 

 

 

“In toate povestile de dragoste exista intotdeauna ceva care ne apropie de eternitate si de esenta vietii, pentru ca povestile de dragoste contin toate tainele lumii.”  Paulo Coelho

 

 

Whirlwind of the night, silence of the morning

 

 

Golden rays play with dust upon the bed pane,

While the smooth summer breeze slowly tangles the white curtain,

And blows traces of sand inside the beach house,

Poured throughout the salty smell of the sea.

 

 

The perfume of your skin still lingers on my own,

While your hair is still tangled in between mine,

Exotic whispers hang in the air since dawn,

Breathing desire into these senses of last night.

 

 

The darkness hid the passionate sin,

Unreal under a pale moonbeam,

Stolen kisses hanging on white walls,

Hungry touches driven into obscure corners,

Within the room switched dark,

Undressing seemed a heavy weight,

For desperate fingers inflamed like hell,

Deep hidden pleasures burst to surface,

While the secret longing got out of control.

Your touch designed pleasure on my inflamed senses,

While my febrile tenderness is still tattooed on your features,

Broken lips define the smoothness of our never ending kisses,

Wile the blissful longing of our hearts devoured inhibitions,

Within the wilderness of dreams ready to fulfill,

As the curtain revealed the shadows of two lovers making memories,

And the mirror on the ceiling reflected androgynous soul mates,

Looking into each other’s soul,

If this is heaven, then I am not afraid of hell!

 

 

On the other side of silence,

I don’t dare to wake you yet,

Afraid the magic will fade,

I’m restrained to touch you yet,

Scared it won’t feel as passionate as last night,

I’m frightened to kiss you yet,

Troubled it won’t be as soft as it was last night,

I am in love with your breathing,

As you are sleeping,

I am longing for your touch,

As I still want you so much,

I desire your skin on mine,

As the sun caresses it tenderly rich,

I am aroused by your hair entwined into mine,

As the breeze blows it’s perfume out of reach.

 

 

I am daydreaming of last night,

As you kiss me as sensually as last night,

Touch me as passionate as last night,

Seduce me as divinely as last night.

 

“Aud vibrand vocea ta in toate zgomotele lumii.”  Paul Eluard