You…

Every morning I break free from you, only to find myself at night, tangled in your indecipherable thoughts and your treacherous embrace … “Stop fighting it,” you whisper. “What good is it anyway? After all, this love of ours has ‘Eternity’ tattooed deep in its flesh.” I have run out of places to hide. And still, each morning I run away from you, knowing you will find me again as soon as the stars wake up at night… Bookmark on Delicious Digg this post Recommend on Facebook Buzz it up Share on Linkedin Share via MySpace share via Reddit Share with Stumblers Tweet about it Subscribe to the comments on this post Bookmark in Browser Tell a friend

I looked for us in Camden Town

I drove through Camden Town last night. I looked for us at that side wooden table on the terrace at Lock 17. Do you remember? We were those kids seized by our illicit love affair…aroused by the novelty of our feelings, by the suddenness of our actions. I stopped to look and listen. Were those our interlocking fingers weaving through whispers and lusty looks over the cocktail glass brims? We were consumed by that devouring complicity…duplicity…audacity. The world knew us as just good friends. Our secret was smirking in its face. Ahh, sweet cockyness of the young age.  That was 10 years ago…two dreamers immersed in feelings, self-absorbed, oblivious to anything other than that sweet dream of theirs. We were those innocent victims of a love...

On a Tuesday that feels more like a Monday

I love… Italian Coffee Spanish Wines & English Boys Pam, pam… Bookmark on Delicious Digg this post Recommend on Facebook Buzz it up Share on Linkedin Share via MySpace share via Reddit Share with Stumblers Tweet about it Subscribe to the comments on this post Bookmark in Browser Tell a friend

His Eyes

His eyes see me. Look through me, they search me and find me. They feel me and caress me. I taste their saltiness on the tip of my eyelashes. His eyes call me and sing to me ancients rhythms of love and fire. They pierce my soul and drink my essence. There is no hiding from them. And what would be the point? I want them to see me, and hold me and love me. They recognize me from a thousand others. For centuries, we have been dancing together among the stars and on Earth. I belong to them and they know only me. Forever and always through eternity. His eyes are soft and loving. My inner light guides their way in the dark, gives them the reason of seeing. Fuels them the love they’re seeking. Bookmark on Delicious Digg this post Recommend on Facebook Buzz it up S

“Be My Valentine” with an original twist

“Be My Valentine” with an original twist

Chocolate, balloon hearts and flowers…these are all the norm on Valentine’s Day. And they are all thoughtful gifts, but a bit on the lazy side, if you ask me. For those of you who want to move away from the cliché side of things, here’s a more personal, unique and meaningful way to declare your love to your better half:     drum rolls….   the #Tweetheart campaign Notonthehighstreet.com invites YOU to tweet a romantic message (or comment on the notonthehighstreet.com Facebook page) using the #Tweetheart tag, along with your declaration of love. Notonthehighstreet.com will select five messages to bring to life with teams of musicians and artists in London. Just to make it that bit more special, each message will be tailored...

Life-Aroma Cigarette

Life-Aroma Cigarette

  I am hanging out at my friends’ eatery, lounging carelessly on the back decked private porch, rejoicing in the privilege of being between hawk and buzzard. It’s almost midnight and the thermometer doesn’t budge from 32 degrees Celsius. The city buzzes like in plain daylight, with many finding refuge in places such as this. We’re all running away from torrid homes and burning mattresses. Sitting next to me at the wooden table are the four owners of the restaurant – two sisters and their husbands, my longtime friend who’s come home for a short visit from Brazil, and another brunette, a friend of the owners. Jumping around – as if oblivious to the heat that makes everybody else huff and puff – Zara, one of the family’s five year-old...

He & I

He & I

He is a Capricorn. I am a Taurus. His sign verb is “to organize”. Mine is “to have”. Love, stubbornness, a passion for travelling and reading are some of the things that tie us. And then there are the differences. He is chilled about life and takes everything with a grain of salt and with a smile. I am, many times, neurotic and panicky about losing control of things. Worrying about little things, big things, worrying about things that haven’t even happened yet. He loves his coffee black and strong. I gave up coffee because I was drinking it too milky & sweet. He always has a glass of wine at dinner and he constantly complains about me not having any. One of his greatest complaints about our relationship is that I don’t like wine, or alcohol for...