The perennial rhythm of the waters, the swift gliding of birds in flight, the bright light of mid-mornings giving days some eerie insight, the lingering scent of love stories pervading the nostalgia of twilight, the lush shade of evergreen gardens, and the mysteries of clouded nights, the grinning Time switching roles just to render our dreams almost real, our small story stored in our souls and our names branded in the winds of cities lost in corners of our minds.
Just lost in nuances in busy corners of the mind and tricks of elusive memory, feeling feeble fragments of some hidden reality, lost in a thick dark fog, in an already crumbling world, holding onto some figments of a menacing dimension, falling into a spiralling vortex caved into the shifting sands of the trembling Psyche.
What is the sound of a heart breaking? What is the sound of tears flowing? What is the sound of time passing? What is the sound of memories ebbing? The answer is silence masking echoes, silence hidden in the dark waters of our beloved river.
The story that never was, the kisses never given, the climaxes envisioned and lost in hot dreams. The story that never was, the times we escaped from the shackles placed on our too fragile lives. The story that never was, the one that left us reeling, the one that kept us apart, the one that set us on lust, the story that showed us what could have been.
You and I.
You and I met to show each other You and I met to destroy in each other what was not needed. You and I met to...
To the girl in Martinique, growing under a hot sun, to the young lady in Paris, ready to marry a nobleman, to the wife of Beauharnais, such a handsome count, to the mother of his children fighting for their lives, to the prisoner of the Terror, awaiting sadly her final day, to her freedom in Thermidor and her loves in between, to the widow in Paris saloons, to the dancer dressed in veils to the seducer of Napoleon to the Empress of the French, to the lady of Malmaison and her gardens full of roses, love,...
Just lost in dreams of exciting nature, given to fevers of exquisite passion, lost in endless desire, pursuing relentlessly never-ending pleasure, you and I travel together, exploring the seas of lust, stopping at ports of love, just to sail away in search of spiraling climaxes racking our frenzied bodies and branding our souls.