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November 28 La ragazza ed il mareLa ragazza sta in piedi sulla riva, i suoi capelli corvini scintillano nel tramonto scarlatto. I suoi piedi nudi, solleticati dalla rena bagnata; la sua pelle baciata dal soffio del vento. Sta in piedi come un giunco profumato, il suo profumo di violacciocca riempe l'aria. I suoi occhi puntati sul mare, innamorati, guardano attraverso quel blu, scrutando la profondità della sua affezione. Sorride, anche se i suoi occhi sono pieni di lacrime, perchè quando piange, lei piange per gioia o per disperazione. Cammina verso le onde, il sale dell'acqua si mescola al sale delle sue lacrime. La marea circonda le sue anche, le sue sete fluttuano sull'acqua come ninfee peccaminose, lei trema e si delizia del tocco liquido di quella mano d'acqua tra le sue cosce nude. E' sospesa in quell'attimo di eterno, può fare di Te ciò che vuole: dormire sul Tuo corpo, baciando ogni segno del tempo o della guerra, baciando la Tua anima dominante nel Suo sonno, asciugando i Tuoi incubi, facendo l'amore con il Tuo Ego, cancellando la possibilità di un rifiuto, sentendosi l'essere più bello di Gor, accarezzando l'idea di possedere una parte di Te come Tu di lei possiedi ogni cosa. La ragazza serra i suoi occhi, mentre sente il freddo dell'acqua penetrare nel suo profondo. Sulla sua testa il cielo ha estinto le ultime gocce di luce. Cammina sulla sabbia e pensa al suo nome: --neve, mi chiamo, mi chiedo perchè non posso essere così fredda.-
November 21 The girl and the sea
Her naked toes tickled by the awash sand; her skin kissed by the blowing of the wind. She stands as a galingale, while her scent of gillyflower fills the air. Her eyes are pointed on the sea, lovesick, seeing astride that blue, sweeping the deepness of her affection. She smiles altough her eyes are filled with tears, cause when she cries, she uses to cry of joy or desperation. She walks toward the waves, the salt water mashes the salt of her tears.
The tidewater surrounds her haunches, her silks floating on the water as sinful water lilies, she shivers and indulges in the touch of that liquid hand among her naked legs. She is suspended in that moment of eternity, she can do of You whatever she wants: she can sleep over Your body, kissing each sign of time and fights, kissing the sleeping dominant soul, draining Your nightmares, making love to Your ego, cancelling the possibility of a reject, feeling the most beautiful being on Gor, caressing the idea to own a part of You as You own her completely. The girl stares her eyes, as the cold of the water penetrates her deeply. Over her head the sky has extinguished the last drops of light. She steps on the sand andthinks to her name: - neve, is my name. It means snow. I wonder why I could not be so cold- November 16 Tallon...I'd like to run away from you But if I were to leave you I would die I'd like to break the chains you put around me And yet I'll never try November 13 Not my imagination...There was a game we used to play
There is a game I like to play
<Dedicated to the laughs and the sighs, to stay awake 'till the dawn makes blush the sky, to You, to Her and her again... to the lovely game we share, to the chains You have twisted around my heart, so closed... so reals.> November 08 Through the MonsoonFor the first time in my life, I miss the words to write down my heart.
I'm not used to this. Words have always been my allies, they came aloud, even if I didn't need it.
Now that I feel the urgency to tell You who I am, to let my soul come through the screen, I simply can't.
And let me tell You that it hurts. Damn'it, it hurts.
Once a long time ago, when I was new to the meaning of the word 'submission', and I asked him which kind of feeling should a kajira feel to realize to have found her One, he simply said: "when you will find yourselfin front of the screen and suffer and cry for a punishment you'll know. You will know it cause you will feel it on your skin and into Your very soul."
I feel it now. I felt it at first sight.
I begged to be Yours, to be owned, to wear Your collar.
I begged You to keep my freedom, my soul, my body, my heart.
I offered to You all of me for a place at Your feet.
I loved You. I love You.
I'm nothing but your kajira.
I’m starring at a broken door there’s nothin left here anymore my room is cold it’s makin me insane i’ve been waitin here so long but now the moment seems to‘ve come i see the dark clouds comin up again runnin through the monsoon beyond the world to the end of time where the rain won’t hurt fighting the storm into the blue and when i lose myself i’ll think of you together we’ll be running somewhere new through the monsoon just me and you a half moon’s fading from my sight i see your vision in it’s light but now it’s gone and left me so alone i know i have to find you now can hear your name i don’t know how why can’t we make this darkness feel like home running through the monsoon beyond the world to the end of time where the rain won’t hurt fighting the storm into the blue and when i lose myself i’ll think of you together we’ll be running somewhere new and nothing can hold me back from you through the monsoon hey! - hey! i’m fightin all it’s power comin’ in my way let it take me straight to you i’ll be running night and day i’ll be with you soon, just me and you, we’ll be there soon, so soon… running through the monsoon beyond the world to the end of time where the rain won’t hurt fighting the storm into the blue and when i lose myself i’ll think of you together we’ll be running somewhere new and nothing can hold me back from you through the monsoon through the monsoon just me and you through the monsoon just me and you November 06 La canzone della kajira
Inginocchiata e nuda al tuo cospetto io sono soltanto la tua kajira, vivo riflessa nella tua anima e la tua anima è il riflesso della mia. Il mio respiro è la musica nascosta delle tue parole che agita i miei seni e schiude le mie gambe: Usami! Il mio corpo è una tela su cui dipingerò tutti i tuoi desideri. Voglio adorarti, mio unico Signore, tra le tue mani tieni il mio destino ed io ti porgo il palmo vuoto delle mie. Scandisci il tempo delle mie stagioni: io vivo perchè tu me lo concedi e morirei se solo tu me lo chiedessi. Ti sfamerò e ti riscalderò, sedendomi nella tua ombra e, se tu me lo concederai, fino a consumarmi le ginocchia starò ai tuoi piedi sottomessa e innamorata.
dedicata a Tallon Theas, Gorean Master del mio cuore in SL.
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The girl is standing on the waterline, her raven hair shimmers in the scarlet sunset. 
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