Mosquitoes: Sexual Libido

El otro día hablando con una persona a la que le tengo mucho aprecio y que le agrazdeco a Dios habérmela puesto en mi camino, al menos por unas semanitas. La verdad es que vivimos un poco lejos porque ella está en Suecia y yo por el momento en República Dominicana. I know we will meet again one day.

Well, el punto es que le estaba diciendo mientras hablaba con ella que los mosquitos tenían un open bar conmigo y que tenía que irme de aquí para un sitio donde no me picaran y por eso iba a tener que cerrarle la ventana del msn porque de verdad que me estaban desangrando ya. Entonces ahí viene la historia y me dice: ¨Hey you know something before you leave like once I did against myself.¨ Yo como que WHAT? Entonces me dió un dato que no conocía pero que, a pesar que los mosquitos me lo recuerden cada día ahora me siento un poco orgulloso; bueno en verdad fueron dos datos. El segundo que también significo mucho para míi fue que me dijo: ¨Honestly I ended up my relationship with you and I better prefered to be friends with you, rather than kept the hope alive and never see you in years, but I swear I didn´t wanna leave. And I hate the day I walked away from your life as a woman for you. Anyways, that wasn´t what I wanted to tell you.¨

Yo todavía como que desubicado, pero si no era eso entonces qué era lo que me quería decir. Aquí le di un copy/paste a la conversation de messenger.

Her: ¨Now you brought this to the conversation about the mosquitoes´ bites. The other I read that people (like you) who gets so many mosquitoes´ bites is because these people have a very high sexual libido.And in my opinion is so true. Cause you´re the first guy who really made me feel loved in bed. My other experiences were like ¨Lets get laid and nice to know you.¨ And I admire from you that passion you bring on every kiss, every caress, every touch you gave. And it wasn´t just sex it was more than that, you were very devoted to me in those moments. You made me feel the most wanted, the most loved, you made me feel a complete woman. That´s why I never wanted to stop being with you, because your strong beliefs in eroticism, because it´s like a whole religion for you, you´re even poetic when you move. And I will always thanks God for the days you were between my legs I know it was a blessed from heaven. And thank you for staying that night staring at me at that bar. Now I really understand why you love so much Barcelone. I really love it too, cause you were there when I was not even thinking about meeting someone, I have more than one reason to visit that city: is YOU. Thank you Manuel for letting me know you and after all you´re still my friend and I know I can trust in you. Hope to see you in person very soon. At least the tech is letting me survive and knowing I will find you every day I sign in.¨

Your Tender Smile

To her

Disarming smile
Watery eyes
Brown river running
on your back

Where were you
when I wasn´t there
Why I never imagine?

Your tender smile
our sights making love
Stories in the atmosphere

Now I can feel your
steps thru distance
And I ask myself who invented it.

Valencia (Montesa)

1.Setiembre.2005
3 AM

Be my BedMate

Twice in a week she´s been in my dreams. Once upon a time you were mine, totally mine and I used to share you with that old subnormal boyfriend you had. Twice this week your body´s been torturing me in my dreams, I almost can call it a nightmare cause once I open my eyes you´re not there anymore. Fucking dreams. Oh you can imagine the way I make love to you in my dreams, the way I drawn my face between those perfects long legs you have. If only you wonder the way I kiss and pass my tongue all over your stomach and the way I kiss your breasts. I love that fresh smell your breasts emanate, I love the way you taste. I love the way you gasp when I´m kissing your neck with the slowly rush and you still asking me for a very long wet kiss all over your naked body. I adore the way your nipples get excited when I kiss them.

In my dreams you´re wearing a black stocking and I take it off roughly slow. As I can see the how your lips are turning into red, you´re all flushed, your pupils turning bigger and bigger, your breath turning into heat your voice asking for more erotic touches. The sweet sweat coming out of your pores. You love the way I lick every nerve of you.

I love to watch you. I want to live all these with your body.

I´m still dreaming that loop your mouth used to do to my unforgettable steel. I can´t forget those killing hands, the way you used to moist me. Oh those seducing perfect legs! It was magic when they separated to reveal the precious rose-like gift my whole body was awaiting, expecting.

Today I still don´t know if I should ask you if you want to be my BedMate.

I´m not going to hurt you.

I still can´t take you out of my dreams nor my body. My visceras are still asking for you, my tongue, my lips, my hands. My ME is still asking for your body.

So, would you be my BedMate!?

Rushing Slowly

I´m dreaming, don´t wake me. You are there sending me signals but you get no far. Don´t hold back. Come closer, just come.

I´m dreaming while you´re rushing slowly.

I´m Feeling So Divine

I´m feeling so divine. This afternoon everything is divine for me. I want you by side, yo show the rainbows travelling in my mind, to let our laughter's free with all the color in those rainbows. Drinking wine, making fun of everything around, watching the sun while we´re hugging each other and smiling for those small things in our pretty life.

I´m feeling so divine.

There´s a lot of magic I´ve got here to show you, to make scream of joy. I´m feeling inspired by your side. Being lazy with no worries in our lives, just you and me watching the flowers, living the spring for 12 months a year. Killing time, killing sadness, forgetting about broken hearts and betrays. I can´t hold this magic your eyes provoke me.

I´m feeling so divine.

With all the butterflies flying over our heads. Taking off your pashmina, travelling around the grass like little kids. I´m feeling so divine, I want to read you stories. Drop your fantasies on my hands and lets make cocktail with all these happiness. Don´t walk away from me girl.

You make me feel so divine.

The Morning

I feel the morning arriving thru the fog. I can feel you breathing while you sleep. I see the oblique ray of sun getting in between your brunette hair.

Then I make my choice: I start kissing my little doll sleeping and I don´t want to wake her up. I start caressing her tiny breasts while she feels something in her dreams. She´s asking herself if she´s dreaming or she´s really feeling the fingertips wandering around her body. Me! I keep caressing her little doll body. She looks like a real porcelain doll with the blankets barely rolled on her naked white body.

I still feel her breathing in her dreams, but now the air is turning warm . The morning is falling on her whole body and now she´s completely naked.

The morning is bringing me a treasure. In between her dream she open her legs to make her dream come true.

Dreams II: Music

¨I want my music to be heard by a few and be unknown by the rest of the world.¨ Robert Smith

That said Robert Smith when he began with his ¨craziness¨ music project called The Cure. Well basically that´s the dream I have too. And to be honest I hope not to come true, cause to Mr Smith happened exactly the contrary of what he was wishing. Now his music´s influenced the whole world, they´ve been a school for the ¨i-wanna-sound-different¨ in music. And to be honest, it´s hard to sound like them, even his voice is peculiar.

But my blog is not about Mr Smith, this blog is to talk about my dreams. And one of them (almost the most important): Music. My music, still the music unknown for the rest of the world, sometimes even by me, cause I still want to materialized those melodies, those harmonies. I´ve got the courage to make this happen, I believe this will different. You make me keep fighting for this. I ´m just doing this because of you, and all these melodies will be revealed sooner or later. Sooner will be the one. I still need some tools, some good arrangements cause this not gonna be the typical trial and error in the music market. I know I´ve been saying this for a long time, but finally I can see my ideas coming along, emerging from the bottom of my soul, heart, mind, body and even my pores. I´ve been composing new things these days, new styles, new lyrics, new ideas, rhythms, new hook ups. It´s been very inspiring everything I´m living in all these days. I´ve got a completely agenda of everything that I´ve got to do, names, pictures, how-to-look ideas, how must it sound. And maybe, well maybe, I won´t be accepted in my own country, but just maybe. I won´t stay here doing the same, with the same dirty ¨contest¨ for the musical field.

I won´t betray all those who are believing in my talent and they will be the first in listen to my projects. So, I won´t stay quiet waiting for something to happen, I will make it happen.

I deserve what I´m dreaming....

¨Sin música, la vida sería un error¨ (la mía seguro)

Dreams

Si tienes un sueño que nada te detenga. I have more than one, two, three or four. I have dreams, good dreams.

Music
Poetry
Cities
People
Love
Walking
Cooking
Wines
Friends
Family
Home
Beach
Coffee
Chocolate
Melodies
Harmony
Guitars
Synthesizers
Sleeping
Blondes
Models
Laughing
Clothes
Time with myself
Soul

One by one I´ll make them all come true. Really true, really living dreams. Kiss the victory and be humbe always.

Shh. It´s a secret

Let´s have an affair. All I wanna do is kiss you and spend sometime with you. Put my hands all over you and have a whole raining afternoon with you, without nobody noticing we´re together. Only spend time with you with that mysterious secret. Caressing you, wandering around your body, feeling the way you breathe, watching the way you smile.

Talking about non-sense subjects and laughing with you about stupids things. Feel you over me and listening the way you speak and the way you express everything you feel.

The top secret between you and me. Hug and kiss you and make the moment tender.

But shhhhh it´s only a secret between you and me.

Can you keep it?

No Entiendo

Estoy harto, cansado, desilusionado, impotente, con rabia, con maleza, indignado. No sé por qué la gente sigue siendo la misma de fría, de todo. No sé si he cometido algún error en mi vida que ahora estoy pagando. No entiendo por qué la gente tiene que ser de la forma que es, y no entiendo por qué no puedo hacer nada para cambiarlo. No entiendo por qué no puedo cambiar yo y adaptarme a la mierda que todos hacen. No entiendo por qué no encajo dentro de la sociedad en la que nací, y no entiendo por qué se empeñan en que cada día pierda más ganas de estar en el lugar en el que nací.

Estoy harto y cansado de que todos y todas actúen de la misma forma, de que todos sigan la misma dirección. A veces me parece increíble como las masas se tornan tan frívolas y tan insensibles. No entiendo por qué no puedo yo ser así. No entiendo el compartamiento de los demás cuando hasta he hecho movimientos calculados para acercame a ustedes.

Iros a la mierda todos aquellos que me han cerrado sus puertas. Gracias a todos aquellos que me la han abierto. Iros a la mierda a todas aquellas que no me han dado la oportunidad ni siquiera de conocerme. Ya estoy más que cansado.

My Drunken Soul

The bedroom fills with your smell as you move your hair while walking toward the erecting wish. The curls of your hair are rippling down your neck and I can smell the essence while you´re getting closer.

I see your body lean at the clouds
My drunken soul sealing between your legs

As you lean you open your legs and caress me with your left hand on my head, I also can feel the essence of your hand getting closer to my face. You beg me to kiss you slowly while I´m travelling in slow motion on your opened legs. My tongue is tasting the sweet flavor of your skin.

She says: ¨Get there and dazzle me with your tongue¨

And I dive drunken with love. I swim upon the music of your scent. My dream is coming true with the virgin rose between your legs. It reveals the sky, an orgasm of poetry. A bittersweet and tender virgin rose from which I drink long sips of your whisper.

I can see your body lean at the clouds.

She says: ¨Do you still love?¨

And my tongue keeps demonstrating the ability of the tender wet kiss between her legs.

*Under the influenced of Charles Baudelaire
Contains a fragment of ¨Hair¨ - Baudelaire

Esto es de reirse

Esto es de reirse. Este blog se va a salir un poco de la temática de mi blog, pero es que no pude evitar la risa y la burla que provocan ciertas cosas.

Últimamente he estado mirando mi hi5 y agregando a dos o tres personas que parecen interesantes (sabiendo que las apariencias engañan). Siempre leo sus profiles y miro sus fotos para más o menos tener una idea de qué clase de gente puede ser y saber si de verdad van con mi forma de ser y quizá de pensar. Pero lo más cómico de todo es ver la cantidad de chopa que existe en este mundo señores. Señores por favor, cómo es posible que la gente de gente deje comments tan estúpidos y tan ¨hazme reir por favor¨, una serie de payasadas de gente que en verdad no tiene na´ que hacer por las tardes en su casa. Por ejemplo: ¨Qué decir de fulanita?¨ Coño pues no digas nada si no sabes que decir chaval. O como por ejemplo: ¨Me gustó mucho tu perfil y espero que pronto podamos conocernos.¨ ¨Eres una sirena......eres una belleza.......¨ Pero gente por favor, ¿Esto qué es? .

Las fotos tampoco se escapan de esto. Las típicas fotos de las chamakitas: ¨Chuchita and me @ la acera.¨ ¨Cuqui and I @ loft.¨ O las típicas fotos de mujeres que tan explosiva (al menos se creen ellas) con la barriga afuera, o en la playa, o en el sofá de su cama. Pero por favor señores. También que ponen en el profile: ¨I´d like to meet: A todo tipo de gente, soy muy abierta, no tengo prejuicios. Soy muy sencilla. Gente nice¨ En fin un mar de no sé qué historias que luegos les mandas un mensajes y resultan ser más odiosas que una monja de claustro o un sacerdote jesuita del siglo XX.

Por favor estas historias que se montan las mujeres y los tíos en hi5 por favor, mantengan su linealidad y su autencidad y palabra. Privando en ser las personas más simpáticas y open mind del mundo y al final resultan ser o unos idiotas más o un comemierda aburrido de rascarse la panza por las tardes. Esto es que de verdad causa unas risas para mearse.

Creo que necesitamos un poco de revisión y aquí me incluyo yo también. ¿Qué estamos haciendo con nuestro tiempo? Estamos perdiéndolo en mirar los falsos testimonios de gente que nunca en nuestra vida llegaremos a conocer y a pesar de todo nos llenan de esperanza como si de verdad algo así fuera a pasar

I must say: Thank You

I must say thank you. To you, my big love. You the one that opened me the door to dream and to let my emotions fly with their own wings. Thank you. You´re in my arms, I still can you feel you around me, inside me, runing in between my nerves.

I must say thank you, cause you´re the biggest love of my life. Because I know that God will reunite us again someday, maybe very soon or maybe in a couple of years. I really don´t care when that is going to happen; what I really care now is what you left me and that I´m beginning to fight to be with you again, to be living you. Contemplating your beauty and the way you breath while I close my eyes in a waken dream.

I must say thank you cause you let my creative ran in avenues of creation. Thank you for been so wonderful and so tender. I really love you. I never thought I could love something as strong as I love you. Thanks for being one of the greatest love of my life and keep me fighting to be again where you are doing what I love, creating and living inspired.

Thanks for everything and we´ll be together very soon again.

I Love You Barcelona.