Ahora... este texto merece una explicación. Las palabras en mi perfil son todas ciertas, bajo el prisma correcto. Preparo un café increíble. He cazado un par de demonios en mi vida. Al momento de haber problemas soy el primero en saltar al rescate con los boxers sobre el pantalón. Soy un intento de poeta y... sueño. Este texto es parte de un sueño de hace mucho, que me permití compartir con una amiga. Ella me instó a escribirlo. No tiene otro título que: Ladrón de Sueños
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Dream Thief.
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His footsteps lead him slowly out of the forest, bringing him closer to the edge of the lake... A million stars blinked back at him, the moon hiding beyond the mountains to his right. He felt alive, not for the first time in this place, camping alone, just he and nature. The scent of the dew laden grass filled his head with visions of greener days, purer... sweeter... all in him was calm...
Until he saw her...
Sitting at the edge of the lake, its surface as calm as a pond... while she counted stars on the water’s reflection. He fought the urge of walking right towards her... it just... didn't feel right.
He glanced at her as he strolled to a similar spot, next to the lake...
- Counting stars? ... How can someone be.... here... just like...?
He looked at her again... but she was gone. He turned around looking for her, but she was nowhere in sight... once more he tried to find her silhouette against the lake... until he felt her... right behind him. He felt trapped, somehow helpless... and as he slowly turned, he felt her arms around him...
- Stay with me...
He couldn't believe her words, but he suddenly felt the very calm that he had looked for here, in this place filled with God's touch... He held her hands, pressing against his chest, and directed his stare to the horizon... wondering again... for the thousandth time if he wasn’t dreaming...
He was not...
He felt her hands taking off his shirt... and in a couple of motions he released himself from it. She was there, right in front of him... the dimmest of lights reflecting in her eyes... beautiful as a dream on spring. His hands reached for her face and held her... her skin cold as ice, but warming in an undescriptible way.
He kissed her... their hands fought for every inch of skin as their bodies entwined, restless, urging, released from everything but desire; nothing in their path to ecstasy... He held her close as she laid in the wet grass, somehow as perfect for love making as the softest of beds.
Caressing took the place of kissing, as their eyes locked into each other’s... releasing their bodies from every piece of cloth, as if it was impure in some ancient, spiritual way...
Kissing reclaimed its place in this lover's struggle, and he kissed her and bit her in the softest of manners as his tongue anxiously explored her white skin... She left her head lie back, as her body arched in pleasure...
Only the forest heard them.... only the dawn saw them sleep... only God knows why it wasn't a dream... and only they know why they chose never to wake up again.
Until he saw her...
Sitting at the edge of the lake, its surface as calm as a pond... while she counted stars on the water’s reflection. He fought the urge of walking right towards her... it just... didn't feel right.
He glanced at her as he strolled to a similar spot, next to the lake...
- Counting stars? ... How can someone be.... here... just like...?
He looked at her again... but she was gone. He turned around looking for her, but she was nowhere in sight... once more he tried to find her silhouette against the lake... until he felt her... right behind him. He felt trapped, somehow helpless... and as he slowly turned, he felt her arms around him...
- Stay with me...
He couldn't believe her words, but he suddenly felt the very calm that he had looked for here, in this place filled with God's touch... He held her hands, pressing against his chest, and directed his stare to the horizon... wondering again... for the thousandth time if he wasn’t dreaming...
He was not...
He felt her hands taking off his shirt... and in a couple of motions he released himself from it. She was there, right in front of him... the dimmest of lights reflecting in her eyes... beautiful as a dream on spring. His hands reached for her face and held her... her skin cold as ice, but warming in an undescriptible way.
He kissed her... their hands fought for every inch of skin as their bodies entwined, restless, urging, released from everything but desire; nothing in their path to ecstasy... He held her close as she laid in the wet grass, somehow as perfect for love making as the softest of beds.
Caressing took the place of kissing, as their eyes locked into each other’s... releasing their bodies from every piece of cloth, as if it was impure in some ancient, spiritual way...
Kissing reclaimed its place in this lover's struggle, and he kissed her and bit her in the softest of manners as his tongue anxiously explored her white skin... She left her head lie back, as her body arched in pleasure...
Only the forest heard them.... only the dawn saw them sleep... only God knows why it wasn't a dream... and only they know why they chose never to wake up again.
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Camael Blogging Out... Sweet Dreams.
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