you are my island

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I found you

a hidden island into the wild ocean

while I was observing you from far away

to get your true colors

knowing there is no way back if I swim to you

it would make me forget everything I used to know

about this world, myself and life

being unable to bring there my clothes, my castle and my sword

I would have to come out from my shell, naked

with anything more but my rainy eyes, my dark long hair and my pearly skin

brave enough to show myself on your land, with scars and bleeding wounds all over my body

to let you touch the dying shadows from my trembling soul

vulnerable

I almost forgot where I have hidden my broken parts

in the dephts of the ocean

or maybe in the unconquered nights of your eyes

one second, two seconds, we both hesitate

what if your island is the same as the last one, the others

cold, unknown, hard to break in, hard to escape

I wake up every morning and swim a little closer

until the crazy waters come over me

I get scared

and I go back to my safe and solitary place

you know, maybe someday I will have the strength to swim

until the end

to let me fall exhausted on the warm sand during the sunrise

while listening the magic song of mermaids

open your eyes my love

I’m almost there.

Anna

 

 

Te iubesc în felul meu

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Citeam înflăcărată poezii pe la evenimente atunci când l-am cunoscut. Era tânăr, frumos și insolent. Și nu îmi acorda niciun pic de atenție. Și nici respect. Juca șah în timp ce noi ,ceilalți, citeam poezii. Ale altora sau scrise de noi. Era un eveniment dedicat poeziei.

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L-am recunoscut cu greu, după ani. Era mai puțin tânăr (sau poate excesele), deloc insolent și aproape la fel de frumos. Eram  oarecum cu cineva sau mai degrabă acel cineva era cu mine. Mă îmbracam semi-boem, jumătate țigancă, jumătate lady. Era unul dintre proprietarii localului pe care îl frecventam. Tot pentru poezie, bat-o vina. Fugeam din gaura neagră în care mă afundasem și mă hrăneam lacom cu poezie, muzică, desen și orice artă venea la rând. Dar nu mă săturam, așa că am poftit și la altceva. Și el poftea. Nu eram sigură nici de poftele mele, era greu să le deduc…

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Mi-e dor de o țigară

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Mi-e dor de țigara pe care o împărțeam aproape goi, după. Nu, nu e ceva inedit, milioane de amanți au acest ritual după ce fac dragoste. Dar țigara ce trecea din buzele tale cunoscătoare de trupuri între buzele mele, mușcate de pasiuni și doruri, era diferită. Doar pentru că era a noastră. Bine, recunosc, n-am împărțit țigara aia doar cu tine. Curios, fiecare țigară fumată cu un altul avea alt gust.

Cu primul meu iubit avea un gust enervant, puțin forțat. Deși îmi amintesc cu greu, cred că de multe ori nici nu mă alăturam lui în acest ritual. La început părea interesant, în timp a devenit excesiv, totul mirosea a fum… așternuturile, perdelele, hainele, ajunsesem să mă simt ca într-un motel ieftin, și la un moment dat, dragostea noastră, de la o joacă inocentă ajunsese la fel de ieftină.

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my beach is drowning with you

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I’ve lost my beach

when you got away

you hugged me and ran

and I felt like drowning

in a dark freezing ocean

my soul was ripped

in small pieces and thrown

between our last touches

good night kisses

and fucking hugs

I would be released

if you would be happy

I started to cry

when I saw your last picture

you were like a smiling ghost

but your eyes were dead and screaming

a despair I have seen only at mad people

in hospitals

or at animals

left to die alone

I gave you my soul to use it

like a boat on the dark waters

but you refused it

even if I told you

I don’t expect anything in return

you maybe want to embrace

death like I felt inside myself just after

we fell for each other

you admitted it

without knowing why

 you go in circles

of war, pain and silence

what hurts me the most

is that i can’t save you

not this life nor the others

no matter how much

I tried

swim until the end

my love

I will give you

my earth to rest

when the storm is over.

Anna

Some people say sex is superficial

 

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but yesterday morning he loved my body in so many ways I almost forgot everything about myself for a moment. I will call him M. He told me to take off my boots, pants and socks and turn my back to him. I did it exactly like he asked me. I’m not used to follow someone’s else instructions but I did it. M. had something I couldn’t refuse. I asked him to put some music and he even lit a candle. He was crazy about my butt. I know him for two years and since then we tried to intercourse but we never had the chance, the place, the right moment. We just played around and teased each other until we accepted that nothing more will happen between us. He used to write me always in the mornings, at 5 a.m. I always told him that this is not an hour for a date. But now I was out, in the city, and I just arrived at home and wondering, maybe I should do it, only once. I took a cab and met him outside. He was already there. We kissed and went upstairs. He had me on the floor, in almost all the positions someone could imagine. I wasn’t expecting it. So much experience at such an early age. On the internet he seemed like a child and sometimes even not very smart but in reality he was mature and sexy. He grew up in my eyes. I couldn’t tell why my perception saw two distinct people in M. I moaned of pleasure a lot without caring about our neighbours morning sleep. He gave me instructions and I followed them, excepting when they came with too much pain. I teased him until he couldn’t resist anymore. He counted until 3 and that was it. I was on top, almost climbing to the edge when he came. We stayed like this for few moments. Skin on skin. M. wanted to smoke and I let him do it. We talked about reality and idealism. In a strange way, he behaved with me like a parent with his naive child. I said thank you, inside myself, and let him go. I liked it this way and that was weird too for some girl i used to be. The fire inside myself started to burn again.

Anna

there was a little house on the beach

I was playing with shadows
drawn by myself
you did not know that mind is a bad magician?
Gods left me stranded on our secret beach
waves sooths my skin
the fluttering blue-white dress, the sea
hugs me
look to the stairs of the little wood house
built on stilts
on the outside is small
but it has rooms that are never ending
and doors
we choose the one
we want to open
both of us
we don’t need a key
what we will find there
who knows
maybe another beach
do you dare?
Anna

we are not swans

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we became wild
when they have hidden our wings
we were like swans
white and floating
but people can’t touch the water
without getting wet
do you know how to swim?
don’t struggle
let urself go
we are not stones
no seagulls
we are born from the sea foam
making love to the shore
and then we forget
Anna

 

era odată o căsuță pe o plajă

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mă jucam cu umbre
chiar de mine desenate
nu știai că mintea e un magician prost?
zeii m-au lăsat naufragiată
pe plaja știută doar de noi
valurile îmi mangâie pielea
rochia alb-albastră fluturândă, marea
mă îmbrățișează
uite scările căsuței de lemn
înălțată pe piloni
pe dinafară e mică
dar are camere care nu se mai sfârșesc

și uși
noi o alegem
pe aceea pe care dorim să o deschidem
amândoi
nu avem nevoie de cheie
ce vom găsi acolo
cine știe
poate o altă plajă
îndrăznești?
Anna

 

 

10 Erotic Movies Worth Seeing

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Because watching them will make you shaking, wanting someone, screaming, starting to love yourself more and more, looking for the sensuality within yourself, somewhere between your skin and that black silky dress, biting voluptuously your lower lip, buying red wine just for yourself, listening to another kind of music, less notes, more groans, making love to yourself until you reach the paroxysm, sleeping naked, giving yourself pleasure, shameless, without guilt, playing with your (his) hair, pulling it slightly, climbing the risk, approaching strangers with whom you are going to have innocent (sinful) fantasies.

  1. Wild Orchid (1989)
  2. Last Tango in Paris (1972)
  3. Stealing Beauty (1996)
  4. The Dreamers (2003)
  5. Lucia y el sexo (2001)
  6. Caotica Ana (2007)
  7. Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008)
  8. Legături bolnăvicioase (2006)
  9. Unfaithful (2012)
  10. 9 songs (2004)

 

Anna