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May 26, 2012

A dream III

A white spot move slowly just meters in front of me abruptly cutting my thoughts; a white wolf lost in the mimetic snow leisurely turned his head and my blood froze in front of his piercing eyes, but somehow strange his gaze was going behind as looking undecided over a transparent me. Maybe he did not see me. Then he sniffed, and gradually started to step toward me, with a measured pace like a ghost with vivid eyes and a black nose. He was bothered, but also attracted, his tongue out from his mouth, his head moving reluctant and tense and sniffing heavily. Next second his mane went abruptly erect and a  short suite of snarls and low growls clinched my hands, but suddenly he gave up and run away to his pack. “Darg there are too many of them don’t go closer.” a small voice raised from behind the ridge on my left solving the mystery of the scarred wolf. “I will not bother them, it’s only this strange roasted meat smell, coming from nowhere in this empty place, bothering me. I want to see what that can be.” A tall, muscular blonde man came cautiously from behind the rocks starring around, his eyes were pondering between an invisible me and the wolves. A thin girl followed shortly. “Stay there Dena!” On his chest a strange symbol, a red, yellow, blue draco, a dragon with open wolf-like jaws on a white shield. (more…)

April 11, 2012

A dream I

Smoke is rising smoothly from the barbecue fire,  swirling into the high blue sky in  ash-like coloured strips, stirred – by the gentle breeze of the afternoon. Unseen, the insidious, pleasant, sneaking around, odour of the meat as it becomes a steak thrills our  pleasure centres. My mouth is watering instinctively. There is no continuous sensation, it’s more like an imperceptible grid of juxtaposed fragrances, like a loose net floating in an  almost calm sea. The chaise longue is comfortable made for indolence, my eyes are closed and the rays of the  spring sun kindly play over my uncovered skin.  It’s my birthday, therefore I am allowed a moment of laziness while my friends are preparing everything. There is not only food in the air, other fragrances are stirring me: perfumes mixing flowers with fresh natural bodies. Andra, I think as a resistant and tumultuous spirit of fruity, but not too fruity scent wafts past,  inwardly smiling at this fresh and amusing version of the ancient game cherchez la femme. Another one, playful but elegant, rebellious but sophisticated, comes back from another life leaving me  suddenly aroused.  I raise my wine glass to hide a blush, luckily nobody is paying any attention to indolent me. (more…)

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