Drag Suit Swimming 44

Τι σεξ κάνεις;

Down I turn toward the holy, ineffable, mysterious Night. The world is far - sunk in a deep grave - desolate and lonely is its place. In the fibers of my heart blows a deep nostalgia. I want to fall in drops of dew and to mingle with the ashes. - Far from the memories, desires of youth, dreams of childhood, short joys and vain hopes of a long life come in gray garments, like fog in the evening after sunset. Light has also planted flags joy. Should she ever return to her children who are waiting with the faith of innocence? (Novalis, Hymns to the Night I trad.Meitinger)

before night there was the day and other days. and each of these days, and each of those nights we wanted no illusions. starting point and end point. Understanding sexual, it's something. modest? Maybe not so much as it sounds after all. but hey, all notices are in nature. the first time since it was the first time as in the romantic stories, it was quite good. naturally, without chemicals. memories. good feelings. then, without consulting we ended up. priority to the fun and the first to be reunited. physically. in one or in the other. whatever, to envy, to desire. it is William, not a natural talker. in the preamble it was necessary first to settle for a: 're hot? , with its variant: 'm hot there! short, not too hold it against him, I thought a backdrop of despair that he still had much to learn ... if not disclose regarding this predisposition What the islanders to the aphorism brutal.
attraction not explained, what do you ... past lives to catch up, uncontrollable hormonal affinities, the mystery is all the thicker in these matters of sex and feelings that are active in the very reptilian brain ... so they say.

photo: JANCRY-PHOTOGRAPHER
mystery ... yet on how it evolves, the real break with the intention seemed to be the frame. you feel overwhelmed when the exalted memory of outlook, debauchery in the future. becomes desire.
frustration and time that passes between when maybe other words seem to emerge from this story ... now waiting job at a time when everything that does not name is William devalues, scansion rigorous and tedious the litany of hours.
but how to tell him that the deal relational departure is more to my taste, without jeopardizing what it allows me to enjoy. infinite access to her body. although this is no longer enough to me, I did not head in denial.
the other night we returned to Ajaccio, the lonely road, the sky saturated with stars and Roccapina shortly after the lights of Sardinia to celebrate the year. we want to enjoy a moment of it all, the calm beauty, offered fresh. we go out, it is good and an absolute silence. then I say I love this island and this boy, I love the intensity they have in common. he lies to smoke and I think I'll look for that on returning to read what Novalis something comes back to me music and I remember those moments. is surprising as German Romanticism and the combination of my feelings for this earth are granite mix.

I'm going to the afterlife,

And any sentence

will one day be a spur

of ecstasy.

few more times

And once granted,

I lie, drunk

In the bosom of love.

infinite life

Flows in me mightily.

I watch from above

To you down.

Near this mound

Goes off your brilliance -

A shadow brings

The fresh wreath

O! sucks me, Beloved,

With strength to you,

What I fall asleep

And can love.

I smell of death

rejuvenating flow.

My blood turns

In balsam and ether.

I live for days

Full of faith and courage

And I die during the nights

In a sacred fire.

(Novalis, Hymns to the Night V, tr. S. Meitinger)

use of mineral, stone silent as I inhale the smoke it emits when the eye I ask the neighboring island, elsewhere that this shameless not hesitate to watch the life agitates the tip of the sea, deep black water, which separates us, instills ideas of shipwreck cons which I feel in control. I hum with Gainsbourg: Whatever time. / Whatever prevails the windy situations / Better your absence / that your indifference. but I do not believe it. assures me that day. Perhaps we share the same expectation of the other that we will overcome our fears.
apart from these considerations, all dedicated to my tumultuous life, which will eventually be somewhere a brave balance point, I ask, in case this is not done, each enjoying these Other equilibria poetically scripted by JANCRY-PHOTOGRAPHER (but the site seems impossible to access at the moment)