Dimineata de noiembrie...

Dimineata rece de noiembrie... Patul caldut inca pastreaza parfumul noptii incandescende a celor doi... El inca doarme neintors. Ea isi deschide ochii, si il priveste cu nonsanata copilei ce-si incalca inocenta, cu ochii ei mari, blanzi, sclipindu-i sub fluturarea genelor...
Se ridica incet din pat, avand grija sa nu-l trezeasca cu scartaitul pasilor ei pe podea. Leganandu-se pe varfurile picioarelor, isi trase camasa lui peste corpul ei dezgolit de ardoarea si caldura de altadata. Merse incet pana in bucatarie... Mai avea inca scurte frisoane, desi corpul ii confirma ca s-a terminat, intreaga ei fiinta se tesea intr-un labirint de senzatii, ametind-o cu agitatia lor. Lumina toamnei strapungea incaperea, cu toate ca era o lumina obosita, peretii bateau in nuantele frunzelor vestejite. Si-a aprins o tigara. Deschise larg fereastra si lasa tacerea orasului sa o absoarba. Desi totul era un vuiet, ea era de un calm intangibil, atat de distanta ca parea ireala. Mecanic, isi turna zahar in cafea si privi lung pe fereastra...
De la balconul ei, privea lumea cum se lasa inghitita intr-o tacere oarba, cum se abandoneaza intr-o alienare de zgomote si sunete, desi surde si necizelate, armonizate in tacerea Lumii. In camera plutea un aer boem, cu parfum de tigara ce il ademeni pe el sa se scoale din pat...
A intrat in bucatarie tacut si a miscat capul in semn de salut. Ea ii pregatise deja ceasca de cafea cu doua cubulete de zahar si ii facu semn spre ea. A sorbit usor din cafeaua ce i se oferise. O picatura de foc i s-a prelins pe trahee pana in stomac, desclestandu-i plamanii. A ramas intepenit, contempland pierdut picatura razleata de cafea ce ramase pe buza cestii. Dezmortindu-se, incepu simti ca timpul s-a oprit. Avea impresia ca se scurge de undeva din sus, prelung si infinit, mai dens decat cafea lui, ce purta gustul buzelor ei.
-Iti place camasa ? intreba el, sprea a sparge tacerea ce ii injunghea urechile de-acum.
-Mm?... Aaah, camasa. Nu stiu, nu te-am vazut cu ea.
-Ciudat...
-Absolut deloc.
-Nu, nu. Sunt convins ca am purtat-o...
-Aseara in niciun caz.
-Ce tigari ai ?
-Dunhill...
-Negre ?
-Nu... Rosii...
-Mmm... Nu, multumesc. Ar trebui sa ma las.
-Asta ai zis si aseara dupa prima gura de coniac.
-Am baut coniac ?
-Pai... Tu nu mai stii ?
-Nu.
-Ai zis ca esti fotograf... Iti amintesti ?
-Evident. N-am cum sa uit asta.
-Imi place parfumul asta... E cumva... hmm... L'eau d'Issey ?
-Cum ti-ai dat seama ?
-E singurul parfum de barbati care chiar imi place.
-Aha... Deci stiai.
-Se poate spune si asa...
-Si... tu cu ce te ocupi ?
-Sunt studenta... La teatru.
-Aha... Interesant.
A venit in fata lui, nu inainte de a mai privi odata lumina rozalie a diminetii si s-a asezat zgribulita intr-un fotoliu. Tanara blondina era angelica. Lua ziarul si se uita tacuta pe el. El se aseza pe pervazul ferestrei, fumand in tacere. Ii arunca o privire profunda, apoi spuse clar si taios:
-Ceva imi spune, ca daca te apleci putin pe spate, ai toate sansele sa cazi.
El pufai amuzat si ii intoarse privirea.
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Listening to: Clint Mansell - Shellshock
                   Edith Piaf - L'Etranger
                   Edith Piaf - Milord
                   Edith Piaf - L'accordeoniste
                   The Beatles - Girl
                   The Beatles - Norwegian Wood
Drinking: Still water
Mood: None.

Comme une parisienne

Era o dimineata rece si alba de noiembrie. Prin zgura saturata se scurg lacrimile zorilor. O ploaie rece si amara se unduieste pe acoperisul fin a cafenelei 'Les desespoires'. La etajul doi, privind stradutele mici si inghesuite, tipand de fervoare, goale de libertate, cu oameni infasurati in paltoane lungi si pline de caldura, dar lipsite de dorinta, cu ochii ei mari si azurii, o tanara blondina priveste aerul ridicandu-se-n rotocoale fumurii. Trupusorul ei firav si sensibil indura biciul ploii, bucurandu-se chiar de atingerea ei blanda, si in acelasi timp, aspra. Aburul dulceag al cafelei ii umezeste ochii de ardoare. Se complace in ploaia ce arde mocnit fiecare centimetru de viata. In oglinda lucie a frumosilor ei ochi, parca fiecare strop vine sa se-admire, in timp ce ea isi rasfrange dulcea privire in fiecare picur ce-i lauda frumsetea.
Ii place cafeneaua asta, intotdeauna diminetile ei s-au impovarat de parfumul ceaiului cu scortisoara si cafelei negre. La mansarda, balconul e rotunjit, cu doua mese. Scaunele, mai ales acestea ii plac, ornate atent, unduite cu trandafiri sculptati. Aerul boem ce-l respira de la etaj e deliciul zilelor noroase. In corpul ei e un freamat de arome, in mintea ei, imaginea lor reinvie. Ploaia isi accelereaza ritmul, zbatandu-se furioasa de pavajul prafuit al strazilor. Isi inalta albastrul dur spre griul cerului, arzand dupa stropii de ploaie. In ceasca, cafeaua neagra preface-n abur roua grabita-a diminetii. Calma, amesteca zaharul in ceasca, ochii devenindu-i niste insule-necate-n valul de emotii. Alert, o lacrima se scurge, acra de durere in cafea. Bautura maligna a vremurilor bune cu nuanta de polipotiune se scurge spre gatlejul ei, ii mangaie dintii cu petele ei si amara isi da drumul spre stomac. Reactie de sfarsit de toamna. Se uita curioasa in ceasca delicata, cu ochii ingustati ca de felina si sec isi zice 'Si nici macar nu-mi place cafeaua...'.
Statea langa pervazul sfartecat de stropii de ploaie si privea cum zgomotul pocneste in ceata diminetii. Oameni grabiti, masini accelerand in goana, ziare imprastiate pe pedalele de piatra. E rece piatra diminetilor de noiembrie, brazdata de ploaia ferventa. Se auzi un scartait, urmat de ivirea unei persoane in cadrul usii. Initial nu si-a dat seama dar cu cat privea silueta cu atat mai mult se instala imaginea frivola in minte-i atrofiata de cotidianul de zi cu zi. Cenusiul zilelor fu strapuns de surasul lui grabit. Purta palton lung si avea ochii umezi si negri, mai negri decat cafeaua ei ce are spuma-nvolburata pe marginea cestii. Ascuns de lumea exterioara, si despaturi ziarul si isi asternu privirele peste el. Venise timpul.
Ea statea la masa, singura, picior peste picior. Purta o rochie neagra, mulata, cu guler de dantela, dezvelindu-i delicat gambele invelite-n dresuri matasoase. Pe umeri isi tinea paltonul desprins parca dintr-o colectie Chanel. Ochii ei mari, de felina, cu pupile zbatandu-se ritmat odata cu ploaia inveninata, erau umbriti de bretonul lung, aranjat sub bereta prafuita. Piele ei pala ca spuma cafelei cu lapte stralucea in luminescenta cadaverica a soarelui pitit dupa norii plumburii. El ii azvarli din genele lui dese privire fugara, iar ea ii raspunse cu o privire lunga, contemplativa, asuprindu-l unui val de sentimente.
Imperativ, el se ridica si ii stranse mana cu putere. Aburul cafelei le inunda narile si le umezea ochii. El o apuca si o stranse in brate. Era timpul sa o ia de-acasa.

Bloodlust

Your bloodlust looks pierces my bare skin, protruding right through my flesh. The sweet blood pulsing through these thick blue veins. These thick blue veins beneath the soft skin of my wrist. You dragged your tongue up my arm, the warm, smooth breath burned my cold hands. But I wanted more. And you wanted what was below the skin. Pulsing through me, keeping me alive. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears; I could feel it beating beneath my fingertips. Bloodlust...

Let me feed on your blood. 'Cause you already have mine. The saline fragrance fills the air, while my vamped eyes struggle in the orbits to see through the dilated pupils of lust. I need it. I grasped your hand. Don't look at me. My teeth can't pierce through skin or flesh... But I push my needle right in your vein... I am stealing your blood, letting it slowly drip into my mouth. With every single drop, I feel your poisoned desire... With every single drop, you feel life being sucked away.

As you hold a rose in your soft palm, the petals brimming with life remind you of yourself. You're reminded of your own intentions by the thorns gracing inside. Hit me with your venom words. I moved my lips to your main artery, it was so close. Yet so far away. One bite and it'd all be mine. All that bloodlust... I couldn't live without it. It kept me alive.

Such a saline aroma pervades the air as your ghostly kisses delight my skin. Blood stil pours from your mark. Tell me, as these claws drawed your blood, how did it feel, for your damnation to succumb ?

So, as of now, in bloodied lust and frenzy, you whisper to me.

My eyes shiver immensely in their orbits. My breathing dulls to silence and then to nothing. My mouth hangs open in response to your fierce strangle, dragging along in my mind. My ears can't hear you clearly, yet a stream of frequency is percepted. These words echo in my head "I'm going to rip out your heart and show it to your dying eyes." Say it. Can you? Your hatred stripped me and left me naked. Whispers rang in my ears as I tried to hide.

Watching the droplets adorn it's leaf, forever staining it crimson. I see the raining blood running down your face, staining your arms... Your red-stained hands...With those warm long fingers you take my face in your hands. A rose bush flowers black, as the night through the red showers. Stain me with your blood. Let me bathe in your sweet, black roses scented blood. While crimson slivers make their way on delicate features, your eyes turn dead and depthless.

I reached up, to kiss your neck. I breathed in the delicious smell, and felt the blood pounding once again. I let my teeth graze against your neck, and my lips kissed your neck once more. I nibbled slightly, and I heard you breath out a moan. Your body pushed against mine. We both wanted the same thing.

'Your eyes... These eyes are begging for pain... For the pain of my bites' you said.

'This sweet pain wills me forward, you follow my shadow to the end, wanting to hold the memory in the light. One day it will fade to black.' I told your body drenched in scarlet hues that bait me by the way blood flows down your chest. The red stained eyes... my pupils can't help but focus on, creating double vision and a severe headache. You're back. Staring at the ceiling for eternity, I feel your lost, grey gaze.

That is how you became the beast with bloody desires that curse him. Lay your hauntingly human sins on me. You already have the throne of lies in the heart of this evil city. Doomed to be bound by the body caging him... Your flesh craved for me.

The mornings' bloody red fog lingers below the window. You hold your hand to the sky. The blood dripping on your face as you hold the thorny rose tight. As the sun begins to set, the rose begins to wither, its beauty crumpling with the day, its velvet petals wrinkling brown. I want to feel the light again, though I'm already dying.

He closed his eyes as his face vanished.

Even his peaceful smile deserted him.

His red torso that was given strength of a thousand men turned to ash.

The legs that rode along the streets and filled them with terror were gone.

Smoke and flames devoured the empty city as we turned to ashes.

Let me feed on your blood again.

I'll let you soak me in your bloodbath whenever you ask.

Copyright © Lex

http://ieromahero.deviantart.com

Scris intr-un delir nebun, aproape absurd prin prisma unei minti insangerate de intunericul noptii, cu gust de sange dulce-amar.  

Drinking: Blood

Listening: Lamb of God - Blood Junkie

    Lamb of God - Vigil

Clint Mansell - Lux Aeterna

My Chemical Romance - Blood [in amintirea vremurilor ce au fost si nu se vor intoarce. Betie cantand 'Blood' cu accent rusesc:))]

Ash

Dedicated to Grima/Masaru-kun.

Another post from the smokes of my past. Soon you'll be bored to death.


Buried in the shadows of past, scratching the white cotton paper. I'm deep drown in the still dark waters, craving for your body. Bloodshot eyes longing for your heavenly embrace. Selfishness...
Kneel me silently... As I touch my neck, I feel your cold hands squeezing my neck... Crush my bones, suck the blood running through my arteries and veins.
Burn my heart with your fire. Breathless, heart racing, I see a sadistic smile rising upon your face.
Pierce my spine with your needles. You strap my arms behind my back with your long silk scarf. Chain me in darkness. Watch me drench in my own blood. 
Feed on my blood, cause it's all I have. The blood of poison and your cold memory.
Whip my face with your icy tears, 'till you won't need to cry. I feel your gaze upon my chest, striking me right in my heart.  It's hard to breathe, it's hard to see, I slip in between the lines. Through the smoke stained images, I can't reach you.
Poison my lungs with your warm deep breath. Saccadic movements. Come to me... Wrap me in your deathly kiss.
I'm useless, Masaru-sama... But I struggle in your fierce scene. I'm just an actor in the play you wrote for our lives. I'm a dancer in your strings.
I took one last drag off of the cigarette I'd be puffing on for the past 10 minutes and flicked it to the ground. It only took a second for the cherry to die out on the rain soaked concrete. Ash... melting in the wet ground. Snowflakes... I wait calm, almost lethargic, tired of playing this kind of role, a role I've played so many times that it just won't attract me in any way now. I do not consider myself a worthy actor, although I came to the same question as one : Who am I ? Which of this white, straight masks is my true self ? In a see of faces and characters, you come to lose yourself. Just that I know my answer, but it won't make any sense without you by my side. I'll sit here calm and wait for you to return.
I watch the pouring rain. I'm alone in this balcony of smoke flavours, away from the world that threw you away, world that I've locked in a coffin and buried it deep in the dark, torture chambers of a lost castle. You are all that defines me, and my world is a mess without you.  A collapse of filth... I walk on the ashes of a cold forgotten winter night.



Slowly I awoke that morning, the night having been spent in the peaceful slumber upon sheets of crimson colored velvet. My eyes fluttering open and glancing around the dusty, white morning light lit room, I see a stream of smoke, slowly going up in circles. And what remains is the hot ashes of the wake.
I am the cancer within myself.

Copyright to Jul. :X [Pentru ca e una din putinele persoane pe care le iubesc>:D<]
http://julia629.deviantart.com/

Inspired by Lamb of God - Ashes of the Wake album. :X It's pure genius.
Eating: Cateva galuste cu prune reci pe care am uitat sa le mananc mai devreme.
Drinking: Still Water
Smoking: Nothing. Sugar, dunno:)).
Sorry for my absolutely horrible english>.< .