Mortdefides
08-08-2008, 03:25 PM
The window was closed. The moon was looking itself into the dark mirror of the night and sometimes, scared by some insanely fast car, was hiding behind the clouds.
The silence, full and absolute a moment ago, was now torn apart by a blunt sound of a flat’s opening door, leading to a balcony, where a lonely chair looked into the balcony in front of it. Fast and light feet went outside, barely stepping on the cold concrete. Warm, melting eyes stared into the darkness, possessed by some unearthly excitement. A youth, standing tall and holding the uninteresting iron parapet, felt the whiff of the stiffen night and took a deep breath of air which smelled of coolness. His black hair, now bathed by the liquid silver moonlight, shone as some magical flame. His greenish eyes, looking into the gloom, were yearning to see light in the curtains of the window in front of him.
Sighing, he closed his eyes dreamingly and his nostrils widened, taking thirstily the aroma of the night. Soon, very soon the sun would drown the horizon in its bloody might. Cruelly and mercilessly, it would take the youth away from his calmness and would draw him into its joyless monotonous game. Life, boiling and powerful, would enter the veins of earth’s creatures and the death, desiring vitality, would kiss the lips of those who bear her mark, and the life would continue to be careless as a little child, carried away by its immature games which always lack logic.
The night observer, who had bent his head in despair, had felt this urge of life whenever he had seen her. She would give him an intoxicant desire and after she was gone this desire, as the death after the life, would convert into sorrow or loneliness. But those feeling were gone now. In front of the night’s strength everything became stony and only one eternal blunt pain would go on living in his heart.
He heard some noise. Could it be that his desperation made him hallucinate? He shook his head, stood up from the lonely chair and left it even lonelier.
The stars’ bright beams were reflecting into the muddy puddles which looked like the sky and vainly shook pleasantly. Alas, the stars remained high, unreachable for everything except our dreams, traveling to there everyday.
One of the stars exploded in passionate flames and sent a beam, thirsty for caress, toward the silent balcony, standing alone in front of the lonely chair. They looked at each other and realized that they weren’t so far away and yet something divided them. While the chair, cold and stony in the cool night, stared into the blue, he saw a movement.
Naked thighs showed through the door and ran forward. Touching the balcony’s floor, the feet of this golden haired wood-nymph were shaking because of the strong feeling of secrecy and of cold attraction. The girl, staring into the sticky consistence of the gloom, was searching for somebody among the cold glass of the opposite window.
Silence… Her rosey lips converted into a smile, and her golden hair moved wildly on the wind. As forest of precious metals, these curls quietly whispered about the hidden desires and revealed the thirsty dreaming of the girl whose hands were holding to the iron parapet. Deliciously she took a breath of the ringing coolness and left her eyes to wonder into the blue of the night. Then a sudden explosion became visible in the east. Bloody stains made their way into the clouds. Dawn…
The girl, scared that somebody’s eyes might notice her, ran into her flat and hugged the soft and warm pillow. The night ended, and two hearts stood so close and yet so far away.
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The silence, full and absolute a moment ago, was now torn apart by a blunt sound of a flat’s opening door, leading to a balcony, where a lonely chair looked into the balcony in front of it. Fast and light feet went outside, barely stepping on the cold concrete. Warm, melting eyes stared into the darkness, possessed by some unearthly excitement. A youth, standing tall and holding the uninteresting iron parapet, felt the whiff of the stiffen night and took a deep breath of air which smelled of coolness. His black hair, now bathed by the liquid silver moonlight, shone as some magical flame. His greenish eyes, looking into the gloom, were yearning to see light in the curtains of the window in front of him.
Sighing, he closed his eyes dreamingly and his nostrils widened, taking thirstily the aroma of the night. Soon, very soon the sun would drown the horizon in its bloody might. Cruelly and mercilessly, it would take the youth away from his calmness and would draw him into its joyless monotonous game. Life, boiling and powerful, would enter the veins of earth’s creatures and the death, desiring vitality, would kiss the lips of those who bear her mark, and the life would continue to be careless as a little child, carried away by its immature games which always lack logic.
The night observer, who had bent his head in despair, had felt this urge of life whenever he had seen her. She would give him an intoxicant desire and after she was gone this desire, as the death after the life, would convert into sorrow or loneliness. But those feeling were gone now. In front of the night’s strength everything became stony and only one eternal blunt pain would go on living in his heart.
He heard some noise. Could it be that his desperation made him hallucinate? He shook his head, stood up from the lonely chair and left it even lonelier.
The stars’ bright beams were reflecting into the muddy puddles which looked like the sky and vainly shook pleasantly. Alas, the stars remained high, unreachable for everything except our dreams, traveling to there everyday.
One of the stars exploded in passionate flames and sent a beam, thirsty for caress, toward the silent balcony, standing alone in front of the lonely chair. They looked at each other and realized that they weren’t so far away and yet something divided them. While the chair, cold and stony in the cool night, stared into the blue, he saw a movement.
Naked thighs showed through the door and ran forward. Touching the balcony’s floor, the feet of this golden haired wood-nymph were shaking because of the strong feeling of secrecy and of cold attraction. The girl, staring into the sticky consistence of the gloom, was searching for somebody among the cold glass of the opposite window.
Silence… Her rosey lips converted into a smile, and her golden hair moved wildly on the wind. As forest of precious metals, these curls quietly whispered about the hidden desires and revealed the thirsty dreaming of the girl whose hands were holding to the iron parapet. Deliciously she took a breath of the ringing coolness and left her eyes to wonder into the blue of the night. Then a sudden explosion became visible in the east. Bloody stains made their way into the clouds. Dawn…
The girl, scared that somebody’s eyes might notice her, ran into her flat and hugged the soft and warm pillow. The night ended, and two hearts stood so close and yet so far away.
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