NIGHTS WITH YOU..

Ten thousand nights I crowled onto
the roads of your seductive skin.
Thick wine, Red tear, Black mark.
I was surrounding you like panic.
I made you an emperor.
I ordered dethronements and I threw you in dungeons!
Ten thousand valleys I plied on your body.
I dressed up my kisses with immortal spells and holly water
of your passion and I watered your fields one by one
to flourish and prosper.
I wore you as soil and water on my body.
You flooded me. You cooled me.
You satisfied my thirst...
And whenever you thought I was full of everything,
I was wrapping you like a flame
getting you in the heart of a blazing inferno,
bigger than Hell's!
"How much more?" you were asking me.
"As much..." I replied and I turned you into ashes...

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I will never forget the way you looked at me the last time we were together.

There was panic in your eyes, frightened of the possibility to be true…

You were certain that you would see me looking back as I was leaving you.

But I didn’t. I didn’t look back.  I will never do.  In love I am!!  Yes…

I am still even more than ever … even more than I ever will…
Inexplicably impossible since I shouldn’t!   I am dying to be with you  …

Still, you will always watch my back.  I will be leaving you as if nothing happened.

I will always be getting dressed and leaving you without looking back.

You will be watching me walk away with a cold smile on my face.

You will question yourself..

I know, you have told me so many times. You have showed me so many times.

You consider me the perfect female… the perfect woman…
The woman of the women… Innocent, Cursed, Obedient, Wild, Sacred, Sinful, Heaven and Hell!

I know that while you drive, you feel me touching you between your legs...

Or you imagine me next to you playing with myself with sole purpose to make you feel so unable to please me…

Oh! I want you to want me so badly!! I want you to die for having me once again!

I am away and you miss me…

You miss my touch, my hands on your body, my mouth, my kissing, my seduction that has left you alone defend less on the red steps of my Love.

Remember… days and nights, hours surrendered to me…  washing you, drying you, helping you get dressed… looking at you hungrily even if we have just finished making love… think… how wonderful is to be my slave, my captured hero who just wants me to get in his body with dreams and reality again and again…

I know… you talk to friends and still you feel your tongue salted with my sea extracts.. I know… you have told me a thousand times you have showed me on our bed…

Remember… that restaurant where I made you experience an orgasm just by talking to you and touching you under the table cloth…. And the other day when I suddenly decided that I wanted you and put my hand in your trousers…. You said it made you feel 20 years old again!!

Oh… yes.. I am so much in love with you…

But you will never again hear me saying so…

You will be crawling to reach me, you will be begging me to burn you

To kill you to bear you again from the start…

You want me to say it… No!

I will never say it again. I turn my back on you and leave.

And as soon as I am alone, I bite my wrists.  I cut the skin and my blood
pours out and I drink it. I want to scream how much I love you and I need you.. but no!

I cry and collect my tears and my blood in a wine glass and drink it slowly.

I don’t want to tell you how deeply in love I am with you.

I don’t want you to know that you have been rooted inside me.

That I miss you desperately.  That I need you close… I want you in my body too!

I let my wrists bleed and I walk madly, barefoot on the blooded floor..

The next time we see each other I offer you something different. 
Something new to enrich your memories of me…

You never see the marks of the biting. I wear lots of jewels.

Once I am Salome… or I am Penthesileia the Amazon Queen…
 some times I am a Witch of Love…you never realize my pain.. never!

Now I know, I am sure that you have understood it completely that even
if I am madly in love with you, I can play you on my nails like Circe…
and whenever I decide I will rip you off and feed you to my dogs! 
And then… I will rip off my wrists for the last time…

Now… don’t keep me waiting…
I want you in me…
Take me now while I am still yours…

THE PASSAGE FROM THE VIDEO OF THE PRESENTATION [extracts from the book]

The sacred pain of love, which always reminds us of our human nature,
Which confirms life and living most of the times starts from us. 

 It is caused by us.
Is it the danger that attracts us?
Is it the lust inside the difficulty?
Who knows?
Who knows how our senses of love – playing, function in our consciousness..
The most elaborate and admirable in people is their mind and soul….
They both are playing with us the game of survival and dominance.
Love is the perfect alliance for this game.
Love can be a soldier but can be a general as well.
Love can be a hero and a trader.
Love can be everything. Love is everything.
Love can be nothing. Love is nothing.
We are puppets in a big chess stage.
We are black and white chess pieces on a chessboard.
Most of the times we ourselves move accordingly and sometimes we stay still…
How does this game end?
Always differently.   
But because love is like a chess game, 
if the opponents are of the same quality, 
this game may last for a very long time…
or even it may never reach to an end…
Shall I cover myself with the mist and the morning’s fog?
Shall I comb my hair with that star which fell on my lap last night? 

The one I kept it and hid it under my pillow?
Are you coming today?
Tomorrow?
Never?
When?
When are you coming?
I don’t know how to cry..
I only know how to be in pain…
I only know how to laugh being in pain..
I know how to laugh and suffer at the same time…
Remember me when you cut the flowers of the garden.
Leave some of them outside my door and as soon as I wake up
I will knit a long scarf to wrap it around me so to think of you
Being close and hugging me…
All your smiles, are worn on each of my fingers as expensive jewels, 
the most expensive ones in the whole world.
And you? What about you?
What did you do?
You made my bed with snakes and worms 
and the dust of the earth and the timeless bitterness! 
And you left Pandora’s box of misfortunes open, 
inside our own bedroom –surely you tricked her too, to get it!
So my body suffered wounds and disasters lay in my eyes
And as soon as I woke up and you saw me like this…
with all the wounds and scars wide open bleeding, 
you sent me to the sea to wash myself.
You made me a martyr.
I made you a demon.

I DARE (HIDEOUSLY) BE AGAINST THE WORLD

Inside a breaking of the body that suffers from passion,

the desire and lust were unfolded carelessly.

I held them carelessly too

in my hands, with your last movement inside me...

My deep sigh of relief and my half delighted

half anticipating breath, never rested,

forgot all about thanking you for waiting patiently

its cowardly presence, but it compensated you with a scream at the end...

In my eyes, two cries of farewell got drowned,

Knowing that the toleration of universe ends tonight

Or at least, reduces…

Right there on my tongue the joy of repetition is stuck.

I disagree, but I agree with the effect you provoke

As an example of merciful punishment

On my body!

Yes it is highly likely to be educationally proper to have sex,

when this occurs with sole purpose to heal and to cure

the rage of bodiless desires

I fall apart into pieces and get my act together again

walking in the dark paths of attraction to you…

You know it and I know it!

Cutting and slaughtering hopeless dreams

we only play with the sin of our connection and affection.

An affection which every law and every God has forbidden.

But who can refuse pleasure to flesh?  Who?

Will we make love once more?

Where? In your body? Or mine?

With  your body, or mine?

In  emptiness?  With  emptiness?

In after?  In before?

Let’s make love once more!

Let’s hurt each other once more!

So what??

Flames, flames, everywhere…

Flames here, flames in Hell, our own Hell,

Burnt down later, burnt by the blaze of passion

We will complete our immortality of the impeccable,

As a command of an innocent desire..

Being able to be together while separated from

each other, within the irrationally understandable of this world.

Hideously yet so purely

Like an orgasm that comes from the greatest prostitute

And cancels any other orgasm,

that comes from modest ladies

who have just been fucked for the first time!

Hideously yet so innocently,

For the carelessly unfolded desire

Trying To be able to put up with us…

The offenders, the offensive lovers’ bleeding bodies…

Let the lust, bondage unstoppable bleedings

of the flesh that never surrenders..

Let love fold sheets where souls have left their tiny pieces

Of  their truth, their only truth,

The one which is absolutely Against the World…