Saturday, December 24, 2011

Midnight cookies

 It's been raining for two days in a row. I'm sitting in the middle of my room, on my nice and comfortable chair, the sound of slow jazz Christmas music is adjusted with perfect hamony to the melody created by the rain hitting on the street. Everything is slightly illuminated by the small lights on my Christmas tree. Those small and faint but colourful lights make her figure look even more divine, even more sinful. Yes, she is right here with me, my warrior woman, ,my valkyrie. Feeling the lighting that strikes some miles away, it's hard even for me to doubt if she's real and not one of Odin's followers, sent to me by the golden halls to give me the night of my life.

She comes close following the slow rythm of the music. Although her skirt reaches the top of her knee she pulls it up a couple of inches as she walks, just enough to remind me of that perfectly smooth legs of hers. She gets as close as it's necessery for her perfume to reach for me and take over my five senses and stands there. She pulls her hands all the way up her belly, then her chest until she reaches the back of her neck. She gives me one of those lustful and wet looks which makes you go nuts even with the thought of putting your lips against hers. And not just the lips, her whole body seems like a temple ready to be worshiped.

Slowly and steady she opens her shirt buttons, unveiling her breast, not all of it, but just enough to make you stare at her for a couple of minutes. She came closer, on top of me but not touching me. She enjoys teasing me, she could do that all night long. She moves up and down infront me, our lips touch for a brief moment, and then she moves, putting my face between her breast and then even more so I am at her belly, Her hand at the back of my head brings me goosebubs that go through my spine to my entire body.

I can feel her breath going through my neck to the back of my ear, and a whisper .. ''I want you. I want now. I want you forever''. I want you forever too babe. My desire for you is like a never-ending flame, meant to last the years to come. I lift her with my arms and throw her on my bed. Even though I'm burning with passion I don't make any hasty moves. I undress with simple and slow moves so she can observe and enjoy every second. When I throw myself at her we both lose control. Our subconsiousness take over, letting our ensticts speak and act for us. Her body is all over me, my hands reach and touch all over her, my lips wipe the sweat off her hot skin.That sensation of two bodies becoming one, so pure and so ferocious.

Once we were done, she fell asleep in my arms. Although the sound of the rain and the soft light of the Christmas tree can be a lullaby that will bring you a great sleep full of lovely dreams,  I cannot sleep, for the fear of her being away the day after keeps me wandering in my head. Then she gives me a kiss on the right chick and says she loves me. Now I can ascend to a beautiful relaxing sleep full of dreaming wonders.

All I want for Christmas is you babe..

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Not your fate

 Yesterday I didn't feel like going home after work. So I went downtown, and made my self comfrortable in the first bar I run into. It was a nice and quiet place. Kinda warm also actually, every furniture made of wood, some mirrors on the walls and some nice paintings, of ship and landscape. There are only a few people around, a couple on the table in the back making out, two guys next to the door talking loud about the girls they had sex with, the bartender cleaning some glasses, me smoking my cigarette and a guy next to me by himself, drinking slowing his whiskey.

The door opens and a gypsy came in asking for charity. She went to the guys at first but sent her away loudly, then she talked to the couple in the back but they didn't pay any attention. Then she reached for the guy next to me. This guy looked really lost in his thoughts, his deep stare at the picture infront of him told me that. He was about forty I guess, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt, and next to him he had his lether jacket. He didn't seem in the mood for chating but the gypsy insisted.

 She offered to read his palm. The guy answered bold he didn't believe in these kind of nonsense. She would not leave him alone so he just let her do it so she would let him be.

 She looked at it with great interest. She told him that he will die young, because his life line is short.

 He looks at her and laughs. He takes out a pocket knife, put it against his palm and made the line longer, with a huge satisfying smile upon his wrinkled face.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Our world is not a cage

 Last Sunday I visit an old friend. We used to be at the same class when we were younger. He did good. Graduated from a good university, and now working for a major company. He lives in a rather large and luxurius appartment even though he lives by himself.

We talked for hour about random staff, political, economical, women, and although he hold alot of knowledge on every short of topic, it wasn't our conversation that put me in deep thoughts for hours and hours; it was something in his livingroom, a large fishtank, full with colourful fish that made the water look like a rainbow from another dimension.

 It is said that these kind of fish don't long for the ocean, because they've never tasted it. I refuse to believe that. When I see animals that were born and raised in captivity I can tell that their missing something, in their stare, in their moves. It's something subconsious, an instict, a missing part taken violently away from them.

I took a look at myself. Is there any of our premitive emotions left? Did they made it through the ages? Is that the reason we cannot fit in harmony in this concrete jungle? Is it the same when we cannot find one to fall in love completely? An old myth says that in ancient times humans had two heads, four arms and four legs and Zeus got afraid of their potential and spit them into two people. Therefore, we spent our lives looking for our other half. Is this the reason why most people walking this earth feel miserable and try to fill their lives with false hope? In lack of comprehention of a primal calling?

 Walking home I couldn't stop thinking about how our lives are made out of plastic and instant things and feelings that fade away in a blink of an eye. A life in fast forward, trying to catch nothing but thin air while the infinite already surrounds us.

Friday, December 2, 2011


 ''When washed on the shore, the starfish make no effort to be saved. They close their pores; reserve their energy, hoping that the next tide will pull them back in the sea.''

 Another day spent entirely in front of the laptop. I'm begging to find something that can keep me focus and interested for a great period of time. The internet fails at that. Social networks are just for guys and girls posing in their so cool magazine style pictures, and videogames just won't cope with me. I have one of my friends on the phone, just talking about random staff. He asks if I can join him for a beer.

''I told you, I can't. I'm spending the weekend with my father.''

 I hear a buzzing tone from my cellphone. My dad texted me, he wants to get him his backpack.

''Well, I have to go. I'll ask and I'll call you back. Ok, bye.''

  My dad.. Well, I guess they had  good reason getting divorced with mom. When someone has this ''artistic'' style of character it's hard to deal with him. So much for mom, who was always in need of a person next to her. He now has a girlfriend. He changes them from time to time. He leaves quite isolated, in a house by the sea outside the city. He only gets company when he ''has to''. He is a reporter, so he travels alot. He goes wherever the newspaper wants him to go.

 I get my jacket and go to the living room to get his things. I close the door to the balcony and see him on the beach taking pictures. I go outside to get to him. The tide had brought a bunch of starfish, which are now subject to my father's pictures. On my way to him, I pick up a starfish and threw it back to the sea. I take one step and throw in another one. I reach him and gave him his staff and turn around to leave.

 ''Stay with me for a while'' he said to me.

  It's ok I guess..

''What are the girls cooking?''

''Dunno. They said to go upstairs in a while..''

 We stay quiet for a while..

''I haven't seen so many in years... Quite a storm, wasn't it''.. he said in an attempt to break the ice..

''Yes.'' I don't care what he says, I just try to play nice.

''Back in time, when they were washed on the shore, I used to spend 5 film rolls a day. I saw you were throwing them back in the sea.. A couple of you and I could never pursue a career.''

His words were filled with irony, and that small laugh of his made me furious but I didn't say a word. I was just staring at the cloudy sky, letting my thoughts carry me away.

''We are preparing a tribute for the regions hit by disaster and I'm leaving next week for a couple of days. Do you want to come with me?''


He lights up a cigarrete, obviously annoyed from my denial.

''If you worry about absence at school, your mother can provide an excuse.''

''It's not it''


 '''I just don't want to!''

 He seems clearly pissed off. He takes a deep breath of smoke.

''You won't have many chances to see something like this. The picture after the disaster.. it leaves you speechless. Only then you will realize how small and weak we are.''

My dad.. He is the kind of people I hate. And I would if we weren't blood related. Small and weak.. I don't know the meaning of these words. I can't feel them. The only emotion I have towards them is disguss. We can anything we set our minds to. There is no limit to what can be done. My dad is too narrowminded to comprehend that..

I get on my my feet, and take a look at him. As I am taking off, I pick up another starfish..

''No, we're not''.. and I send it back to the ocean..

special thanks to Katerina Gkioulmichalaki for the concept and the film!