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life, love, passion, poetry, sensuality, Spirituality, universe

I am in search for something far greater than what can be seen, a passion that never withers. In people I look for mystery and intrigue, for those same questions that I pose to myself and creation. Although I search, I don’t move. I stay in myself as the seed stays in the center of the flower. I patiently enjoy the wait in the company of a sweet breeze, for She one day will come to blow these petals away. The Universe is directing us towards each other by an individual path, one of self love and love of All.

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Edge of the Road

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Dreams, kiss, life, love, road

I was sitting at the edge of the road, when I saw your face on a cloud passing by. Something told me that you where not far away. I searched your words in articles of magazines. Looked for captured moments in precious photos albums.

Found you lingering in the corner of my street. Your eyes said that you were waiting for me. You held my mouth with your kiss as if not wanting me to speak, only your lips made me breathe. Hanged to your tongue as a child to his mother’s breasts. While you pressed my thigh as sea does to land, biting my neck with gentle force as that of a tiger carrying her young.

Fear of the world drifted away,
While our voice had nothing to say.

The bloody birth of Dawn

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Angels, dawn, death, demons, destruction, discovery, Dreams, grief, kiss, life, love, pain, painting, photography, poetry, re-birth, reality

30 seconds wake up

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dance, dawn, Dreams, life, love, Wake up

Where shall I search for you?

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Dreams, kiss, life, love

I put my head on the pillow, and feel the total unrest of my body. The fragrance you left behind tells me that you are missing. Where shall I search for you? I drown myself in sheets for the vain attempt to find a position where I can feel your embrace. The earthly smell of fire and soil of your hair drifts me off to a drowsy sleep. To my elation I see a vision of you waiting for me on the other side of a bridge, protruding your hand in longing. Let’s celebrate this night in dream, inebriated with the taste of each other’s sweat.