February 2007

Zeitblasen...

It has been a year ago ...

time bubbles ...

time bubbles - a phenomenon occurring more frequently lately. You lose all sense of time and space, lives only in the here and now enjoys the hours and survived the feelings that may never again be so.
tried Yet even subliminally, to remain somewhat reasonable ...
I think I can still stand before me. I can think back to those hours and they want me back, without having to keep me even for the poorest people in the world. It was no mere ego trip, even if he has done same is good.
Where to start? It does not lose its magic if it is cast in words that the whole thing anyway can not be dealt with?
I always I will be, in any environment. The woman to whom you will come across and there would not have suspected. The stubbornly pursuing their interests. Which is beautiful and smart, which is funny and mean. A good character has and feels good. A woman with the sleep you want, say it should not and still does.
Am I really all that? I was at least close to it to believe it. And I also felt, despite the determined approach of danger, yet ignoring very safe in his presence, in his arms. Strong arms that push me every necessary effort, and I almost take the air we breathe. Hands, which I pass through the hair. Finger, thumb, press a spot on the back and cause a strange pain. Warm hands, the gentle touch and caress me, find out flashes between the fabric layers of skin. Skin, which can be seen, without warning, when I bend to talk with others. Forms that invite hands hang up and leave you wanting more.
And I have not I also looked closely? To the man and musician in jeans and black shirt. To him when he forgot himself closes his eyes, his hair falling in his face and he just focuses on his music. And those eyes should remain open so that you can lose yourself in them when they look at one, mysterious and unfathomable blue. And close when it passes over his face, through his hair. Hair long and blond, with light streaks, which has conjured him into his wife. Hair, which I rub on the neck, so I see his face and eyes closed as he lies in my lap. A face that today is so soft, with no stubble. Especially for me - whether I should believe that? With a mouth that warps played indignant when I turn a little mischievous grin exterior meanness. Which opens up to his words to make room for his stories he told with a distinctive voice. has a voice that makes me shiver when he embraces me and tells me he loves me so. He is happy to have met me.
Whether this joy shall continue forever, as it has been felt in the time bubble?
Whether he will steal back into it to hold me and kiss? In order to touch me and urging me to say what he really happy now would do. To ask me if I do not feel similarly. In order to give my negative words no faith, because he believes that there is deep passion in me. Passion, because I am a woman who loves music and pictures and movies and all that is connected with feelings. Yes, there must be passion. Although soft kisses, tender and biting everything they could not unleash even without reservation.
Will I ever allow this?
time bubbles are a phenomenon. As quickly as they arise, they burst again. It is the time and place, suddenly aware again, blinking in disbelief into the cold light. You rub your eyes, is awake again, and wishes sich doch, die Nacht wäre länger gewesen, so schön wie sie war.
Oder das sie einmal zurückkehren möge...

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