Memory of Skin …

Body  The body knows the paths to roam, where it goes, where it incites, where it provokes, where it tastes and where it keeps the eternal feelings. The body does not forget the pleasure of being together with another body that wants the same. By the touch of a hand on the other hands, through the mouth that feels and drinks from another mouth — the taste of the kiss — that is saved in the memory of the skin. The impressions are recorded in our mental HD are incredible, we just close our eyes to see the memories come … Continue reading Memory of Skin …

Love satisfies me, it is beautiful to be happy, in what I do I am capable, in the battles of this life I am fierce fighter. In places where I go, I want to be the reason of joy, who knows love can bring light that illuminates the dream and fantasy of living … happy!

I want to declare all my devotion to pure and true love. In these times of choler and fear, it seems that nobody falls in love for real, nobody wants to live an impossible love, tearing up into passion. Nobody accepts to love without a reason, simply the gift of loving without getting anything in return. Nowadays people fall in love as a practical matter or fear of being alone. Sometimes people feel comfortable in relating to their colleagues who are there near from them, because they get along with each other and not get upset too much or because the art … Continue reading Love satisfies me, it is beautiful to be happy, in what I do I am capable, in the battles of this life I am fierce fighter. In places where I go, I want to be the reason of joy, who knows love can bring light that illuminates the dream and fantasy of living … happy!

“My destiny is walking desperate and naked, knowing that in the end at night I will be yours…”

The day I met you, you filled up my chest with poetry, I could see my skin exhales it in the air.  At that moment I knew it was imperative to breathe the same air that surrounds you. And I said to myself: I need to breathe you, and feel the emotion to be with you, devour your flesh, feed myself with your salacity… you inebriate my soul with your heart. Your lips became a recording, feeling you smile while we explored ourselves as one. No matter what happens, we caused it, the collision of all the senses. It’s the … Continue reading “My destiny is walking desperate and naked, knowing that in the end at night I will be yours…”

Paragraphs, verbs, nouns…feelings

I am putting us inside a paragraph to freeze an emotion I have no other way to express. The feeling of your heartbeat on my back, breathing in a way where I knew you weren’t asleep. I had hoped your eyes stayed open for the same reasons as mine. How you said goodbye, but still you remain latent, like the pain that is within me. How I wanted you to know all of my cells wanted to stay, and I was a verb love in the gerund form: loving. The day after you had gone, I started with a new … Continue reading Paragraphs, verbs, nouns…feelings

My body…

My body is not your community service project, my body is not your soulless fetish object, I do not need to justify my body to you or anyone, my body does not make me a joke nor does it make me insensitive to your hurtful remarks, my body is not an excuse for you to treat me like a second class citizen, my body is none of your business… My body is not your battleground. My body is not a fucking cautionary tale.My body is not your canvas, your ad space.My body is not there to make you feel better … Continue reading My body…