Ode to a fallen noble man

To be true, when the dust settles, comes the time to remember the values passed by him. The silent cherish, the hidden attention, the love he always had to the ones around him.
Remembrance is good, strength our souls, give us purpose to life, especially for someone that had been around longer than we have. Many times, in the heat of struggling for the day to day life, we overlook the true value of our loved ones. So when they are gone we notice the ample space they kept in our hearts, quiet, not calling for attention. It’s good to remember, it’s good to love, even if it’s hidden and silent, like many times our parents have done.

Need

 

-I need you; she called in a moment of despair.
-I love you; she said when life wasn’t fair.
-I want you; she cried when I wasn’t there.
-I loathe you; she told me when I needed her.

Venice - Part 2 - Final?

Bond, James Bond.


That was an invitation I could never refuse. So I went with the hot girl. Her name was Nina, she told me. She was from Oslo and was sent to Venice by her father, to the residence of Pippo, his friend and business partner.
As we got to the residence, one of the buildings facing the Grand Canal, we were let in by a big man, not too friendly, which Nina greeted cheerfully. She took me inside the place, on the second floor.
_Ciao Pippo! She said to the slender, well dressed, older man with white hair, leaning on the balcony of the living room.
_Ciao Nina! He answered.
– Who’s the friend? He asked.
-Oh, a very nice man I met today. She replied.
-Ok, good! Do you mind if the boys check him out. You can never be too careful.
-I don’t think he minds. She returns. – Do you? She asks me.
-Not at all! I replied, as if there was an option.
Two big guys standing on a corner of the room came and frisked me, under the observing eyes of Pippo. It was extremely odd.
After I was cleared by them, she took me to a corridor leading to a more secluded room, with sofas.  We got comfortable in one facing the window to the balcony. She sat sideways and enlaced me with her legs; her tight dress went all the way up. I guess she didn’t believe in underwear. It was a sight not to forget. We started talking. I asked her what was all that in the other room. She laughed and said.
– Don’t worry. Pippo is a little paranoid about security. He’s a Greek arms dealer and has a few enemies. He and Johan, my father, are partner in some negotiations with the Russians and people from Asia. My mother died some years ago and my father became very protective of me. He has business contacts in Russia and often goes there for Pippo. But that’s not important. You are. And saying that she pulled up her dress and lay down in the sofa totally naked, her legs still wrapped around my waist. She pulled me towards her. What could I do? Had an arms dealer with goons in the other room and a naked girl in front of me crying for sex, whose father had deals with the Russian Mafia. I guess I had just met one of Bond’s girls. This girl was hot and dangerous. We made love, good, exciting love. The edge of danger had kicked my adrenalin to overdrive.
Later on we had the chance to talk more. I asked why her father had sent her to Venice. She told me she made some waves in Oslo’s society with her overwhelming sex drive. There were feelings she could not control and when she felt the need she couldn’t stop for anything and that was clashing with her father’s business at the moment. I had witnessed the problem first hand back on the alley.
People not always have total grip of feelings and emotions. She did not know how to control emotions, she just let herself be taken by them and that can bring you to strange situations. She was lucky to have such strong protection around her.
The daylight was starting to show when I left the place. On the way to the hotel I decided that my departure from Venice had to be today, cutting short my stay in a couple of days. Something was telling me the presence of her father was not going to be pleasant.  They belonged to a total different world from mine and to force myself into it for a good lay would be unwise.
I passed by the train station, checked the schedule and there was a train going to Milan at 11:55AM and I bought ticket for it. I could stay there overnight and take the morning train going across the Alps heading to Germany and then Paris.
I went to the hotel, took a good long bath, packed my bags and went down for breakfast. At 11:30 I was already at the station. Exactly at 11:55 the train departed.
I was not running away from her, just from a lifestyle where I did not belong and the complications it could bring to me.
Nina, a sweet and complicated young lady, my own Bond’s girl.

The end.

Venice - Part 1

Iron Gate

It’s the beginning of the afternoon in Venice. I’m sitting at a table, on a restaurant, having coffee, savoring some local pastries. A few people engaging in conversation are sitting at tables near me.
Back, in the end of the restaurant, sitting at a table, there’s a woman, also having a late coffee, with her head resting on the wall behind. She’s beautiful and does not seem to be Italian. She has a Nordic appearance, with very light blonde hair, short cut, stylish.
I notice she gave a couple of glimpses in my direction.
Women can be discrete in observing people, but very cunning. They appear to be elsewhere in their thoughts but all it takes is a quick look to grasp all they want to know about the subject of their attention.
I was just about finishing with my coffee when she got up and came towards the front of the restaurant. She was wearing a colorful stamped dress, very tight to her body, reaching half way to her thighs, highlighting her long, shapely legs. She passed much closed to my table, almost touching my arm and dropped a crumpled napkin on the floor and went out. I picked up the napkin by curiosity. It had her lips, marked with lipstick. I got up quickly and went after her.
Outside, I couldn’t find her, in the busy street bordering the Grand Canal. I gave up and went towards the hotel I was staying, not far from the train station. It was then that I saw her going towards the bridge near the station. I started to walk faster not to lose her from my sight.
I crossed the bridge fast and I saw her get into one of the alleys that wind between the residences. I was trying to keep her pace but she was still distant.
Now the lane reached a small bridge leading to another part of the city. It was away from the paths tourists usually roam.
The bridge led into another narrow lane that ended in a smaller bridge to the left and a pathway to some residences, to the right. It bordered a tight channel between the residences. It was dark, in the shadows of the late afternoon light.
As I turn a corner, she gets into a low, dark entrance, with a pillar to the channel side, away from any passerby view. My curiosity is enticed. Discretely I try to position myself in a place that would give me a better view of what she was doing, without being noticed. The portal of one of the houses in the lane provided me with the perfect viewpoint.
What I was about to witness was unbelievable and extremely exciting.
She has raised her skirt and was touching herself in a very erotic way. Her body rested against the pillar and one of her hands was holding the iron gate at her side. She was out of her mind, her head moving towards the back, her face with an expression of pure ecstasy. She stayed like that for some time. I could not contain myself, so excited I was with that show, but could not disturb the scene. As she reached her maxim moment her legs almost gave up and she held herself against the gate. After a moment she composed her clothes and walked out of her hideout. I was standing in full view and she could not avoid seeing me.
She walked in my direction, stopped in front of me, put her wet fingers in my mouth. I sucked her finger with great passion. She looked at me with a sexy smile and asked: - Do you like what you have tasted?
I had no words to say. I took her in my arms and kissed her, a long, nice, sweet kiss.
After that she grabbed my hand and said: - Come with me.
I could not say no.

To be continued …

The beginning of your future - Part 3 - Final

The room of my dreams.

I held her hand and she led me inside her room. It was spacious, for such small apartment. Had a huge bed, a closet and an old comber with mirrors and a light marble top where you could see some perfume bottles and porcelain items to complete the appearance of a distant past.
The room had an eerie soft blue illumination that I could not find the source. It involved us totally.
She kissed me again and started to undress me very slowly. Everything she did was gentle and kind. She longed for love but was not rushing into it, savoring every moment she had.
As she undressed me, she was kissing by body so softly it felt as if feathers were touching my skin and that was giving me great pleasure.
We finally went to bed and what followed was the most impressive lovemaking of my life. I was involved by her arms, whole body and the blue light. It was all around us. I was floating in the blue air, being loved by a beautiful woman and wished it would never end. Her body was so soft and smooth my hands were sinking in her flesh. As we embraced we were joining our bodies into one single field of sexual energy, glowing bright in the dominance of blue. Every movement we made would cut the air as if made of blue gelatin. We were part of it. The whole room was one single organism solely devoted to the sexual act. It pulsated with us. It moaned and screamed with us. The echo of our pleasures rippled in the matter that involved us. We were all one, moving in slow motion what made the lovemaking even more fantastic, surrounded by a thick blue, fluorescent sea.
We finally collapsed in bed, our bodies cuddled in a loving embrace. We fell asleep in that sea of blue.
I had dreams of floating in the ocean, being carried by her. Our bed had turned into a boat, she sheets were the sails. Fishes of all colors were jumping out of the water into the blue that was still around us. There was no sign of land anywhere near.
Suddenly the sea started to get rough. A big wave broke into the boat and we were turned upside down and we were sinking. The more we sank the deeper the blue turned. I made an effort to go to the surface. I was swimming upward in that thick mixture and already exhausted got to the surface and gasped for air.
I found myself sitting on my bed, looked around and saw my room. Nobody was with me. It all had been a strange dream.
I went to the window, opened and let the cold air get in, waking me up complete.
It was early in the morning. Took a shower, went for breakfast at the nearby coffee shop, still trying to process the whole deal with that dream I had. It felt so real.
After breakfast I strolled into the park.
Not that many people around. I took a dirt path between the woods. It was windy. A sheet of paper flew by me, carried by the wind. It landed just ahead on the path. I looked at it in disbelieve. The wind then carried it away again. I said to myself: “No, that’s too much for me.” I turned into another path leaving that lane behind.
From a distance, a beautiful young woman was observing the event. With a sad smile she turned and walked away in another direction.

End.

The beginning of your future - Part 2

Vision

It was a cold afternoon. It reminded her of home, a little town in the countryside, left behind not long ago, to try new life in the big city.
That park reminded her of the woods near the farm where she grew up. She used to walk between the trees, playing with the dry leaves covering the floor.
On windy days she used to seat by the tree, writing notes on pieces of paper, releasing them in the air, wondering where they would be taken by the wind and if someone would find any one. That’s when she saw him walking on the path. She hid behind the trees and watched him pass. For a moment he stopped and looked around. For some reason she didn’t want him to see her. As he continued walking she searched in her bag for some paper. Found the handout of the place she was working, got hold of a pen and wrote a note on the back of the pamphlet saying “This is the beginning of your future,” not knowing exactly why. She found it silly and crumpled the paper to throw it out when a gust of wind came about. Fast she unfolded the note and let it go with the wind. She saw it pass him and rest on the ground ahead. She noticed him chasing the paper as the wind carried it away. She never knew of anybody running after the notes she used to let go in the wind, back home. With a smile in her face she turned her back to it and went on her way to work.
She was serving the tables in the back of the pub when the door opened and a man walked in, looked around and went to the bar, got a beer and sat by a table in a corner. She observed him as he sipped the beer, observing his every movement. It was the man from the park and he had on his hand the paper she let go in the wind. She was surprised and disbelieved. Quickly recovered she went to his table and looking firmly in his eyes she said:
-I didn’t think I would be able to bring you here.
She saw him gaze at her, as if trying to find words for that moment without being able to.
-I still have 3 hours of work. Meet me outside when I leave, she said to him and went back to serving the customers.
The time passed, he drank a few more beers and he saw she had changed the working clothes and was leaving the place. He got up and went outside to meet her.
She was waiting for him in the corner and as soon as he got to her she took hold of one his arms and they started walking.
She turned to him saying - My name is Molly and fate brought you to me. I am tired of spending the night alone. -Tonight we stay together; and saying that she pulled him closer to her in a gesture of affection.
She found no complaint coming from him.
-My name is Will, he added.
They walked a few blocks, silently. An invisible understanding held them together. Loneliness had found a match.
They got to her apartment in one of the old buildings in the neighborhood. As they got inside the apartment, she closed the door, embraced him with a passionate kiss and went ahead to the bedroom.
It was a small apartment, consisting of a spacious kitchen, wash basin, a table and an old cast iron bathtub, very common in old buildings like that.
His wondering was broken by her, appearing on the bedroom door, naked, standing a hand to him.
She was young, beautiful, sensuous and hungry for love, just like him.
He left his jacket behind and went to her loving arms.

To be continued…

The beginning of your future

The handout.

It was an autumn afternoon. I was walking by one of the dirt alleys, full of little pebbles and dry leaves, surrounded by trees, changing their colors for the season. A light breeze was making them dance, with their branches moving in an enchanted choreography.
At a point I felt some presence and looked around but nobody was to be seen. The park was empty; the cold weather was keeping most people away and I liked that. It felt like a walk in the countryside. I continued my walk.
Suddenly a strong gust of wind swept the dust and dry leaves from the ground. A piece of paper flew past me, landing on the path ahead.  I rushed to catch it but the wind again took it aloft, defying my agility.  I run after that paper with intense curiosity. It continued it’s flight down that path between trees until reaching a clearing where a swirl elevated it in the air and let it glide softly back to the ground, resting by the foot of a tree.
I rushed to it and grabbed that paper with a certain anxiety, moved by an inexplicable curiosity, not normal to me.
It was a handout from some pub.
Something was written in its back, in a frail writing, as if it was done in a rush. It said:
“This is the beginning of your future.”
I’m not usually impressed by intriguing situations, but that, surely, was unusual.
I looked around and nobody was to be seen. Where could that paper come from? For just an ad for a pub I would discard of it on the first waste basket, but that note was intriguing, almost haunting. I decided to go to that address and see what was there.
The pub was in an older neighborhood, down in the lower eastside of the city. As I entered, the low lighting mixed with the smoke filled air from the few customers gave a nostalgic look, as an image taken out of an old black & white movie.
I went to the bar counter, asked for a beer and took it to a table in one corner and stayed there sipping the beer, savoring the ambience of that place.
Suddenly this young woman comes to my table and says:
-I didn’t think I would be able to bring you here.
I stood there, speechless, gazing into her dark eyes, trying to grasp the meaning of what she just had said.

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