The Bonding

After crossing through the almost empty space of the esplanade under the golden dying sun of the evening, he got to the wooden door and turned back to made sure that nobody had followed him, then he placed his hand on the iron lock and turned it letting out a metallic sound that echoed inside the dark stone walls; he looked once more over his shoulder to make sure that there was nobody around, his grasp tightened on the iron and pulled it towards him opening the door. The dark interior was barely lightened, taking a firm step he entered; he then pulled the door that closed behind his back leaving the space just illuminated by a dim light from above that covered barely the edges of the steps from the spiral staircase that rose in front of him, there were no noises coming from outside and silence within was disturbed just by the sound of the wind blowing, when he took a step into the first step the echo of his boot softly bounced into the darkness, he took another step up, and then another.

Slowly he started climbing the steps his hand touching the cold stones on the sides, feeling his heart starting to beat faster within his chest, the darkness began to look familiar as his eyes started to adjust to the low light level that was within, he moved up a little faster picking up speed, feeling the anxiety starting to rise within him, the sound of his boots started to go out into the distance, he began to hear the sound of his breathing as he climbed up the stairs, faster, his feet were almost running up, he could see the steps that came to light by the small windows placed at the sides of the towers, he kept climbing and panting, excited, as he moved faster and higher, catching speed, his thoughts were flowing into his mind and the memory of that day, the memory of that face started flashing into his mind, he kept moving upstairs feeling his heart beating aggressively in his chest but he kept going.

Small drops of sweat began to appear on his forehead as he ran up through the cold stone steps, the coldness of the evening went into his skin as he moved forward through the barely illuminating light of the golden sun, he could feel drops of sweat leaking from his hair, excited by as he was by the memories he ran faster up feeling his heart pounding in his chest as he knew that he almost reached it, almost there, breathing got harder, into the small cold stone space, his strong legs pressed hardly against the steps while moving to the end, the clothing he wore was starting to get wet by his sweat as drops kept falling from this chin, nose and hair and dripping into the staircase, breathless by exciting and the fast climbing up he finally arrived to the door and there he stood for a while staring at the lock, catching some air silently while his hand rested on the wooden door feeling it rusty against his touch, he passed his hand on through his forehead sending his wet hair to his back, then with a sleeve he dried his face a little and finally his hands on his robes, he let his hand rest on the iron lock of the door and pushed it open forward.

Suddenly the view changed, the room before his eyes was entirely illuminated by the six windows that surrounded the round space, from this windows hanged velvet curtains that were tied up on the edges and the secondary curtain layer of pale silk was moving as the wind blew it into the room softly, gracefully the golden sunbeams were flooding the compartment. Within the space an oak bed claimed the attention helped by the scarlet sheets with golden needlework, next to it was a night table with a simple lamp on it, the celling was high, however the room wasn’t cold, welcoming him at the center was an engraved table where was pitcher and some glasses.

“Do help yourself” said a voice from one of the window “I thought u might enjoy a glass of wine, it was a long way up”

He moved towards the table and poured some wine from the pitcher into a glass and drank it all from it, then filled it again and took another drink, glass in hand he walked towards the moving curtain where the voice came from and the golden sun entered melting with the figure showing a dark silhouette, he arrived to the place the curtain flew between the two, so he placed his hand on the soft light fabric and pulled it softly down to reveal the face that had bewitched his mind, their eyes met in silent, his bright blue eyes went lost into the enchanting, tender and secretive brown eyes before him, his words where melted out from his soul as he saw the face of the man who’s memory had haunted his dreams, when he held out his hand to touch his face, he could feel the soft warm skin and his heart jumped up and bounced rapidly feeling him was delightful, his blue eyes went slowly down the man’s facial features, so delicate and manly, bewitched by his sight he moved forward wrapping his arm around the other man’s  waist pulling the royal blue robe he wore tighter to his skin and bringing him closer.

Their foreheads touched and their breath became one as they drew themselves closer to each other, the other man’s removed the blonde hairs that fell into the face of the man before him, revealing the blue eyes that had trapped him, he felt his arm pulling him closer and he kissed his neck slowly, softly, it was still sweat, he kissed repeatedly slowly moving his hands up in his chest as his brunet hair was caressed softly, he felt his robe being pulled up, closed his eyes and saw the blue fabric fell on the floor, he unbuckled the belt of his lover, let it fell down and moved back to him taking off his jacket, their bare chests together, his lips were caressed by other ones, they felt rough on his, he opened his mouth softly, his eyes closed, feeling his warmth closer to his as their lips touched and pressed together, closing and separating softly then meeting again, their warm selves melting together when the tip of their tongues touched, the strong arms of the blonde were gripping  him tightly as their tongues played with each other, moving from one mouth to the other, breathing when they separated just to meet once more, the air felt like steam between them, their pants felt down as they kept kissing eagerly while moving towards the bed, behind the clinging sound of the glass was ignored as the wine was spilled on the floor and travelled through the stone’s divisions.

The brunette finally opened his eyes as he felt the bed bump on the back of his legs, the sight before him took his breath away for a second, the tall athletic blonde stood nude in front of him his blue eyes looking at him as he seemed to glow with the sun on his back, he pulled him closer and they both fell on the bed kissing, their hands moving through their bodies as they legs entwined slowly, they rolled on the bed, the time seemed to have stopped they were sweating their breathing were rough, the brown eyed man rose up slowly as his hands moved up his lover’s body from his waist up to his wide broad chest and a deep moan came out of him flooding the room, he felt his erection rubbing next to the hardness of his partner and moved his hips on him as they rubbed together then lowered himself to kiss the lips that started to became his addiction he felt a hand grabbing both their sexes and another moan escaped from him they started moving together feeling the warm within each other increase as time went by.

Soon the lust was making them boil inside they rolled around once more and the strong arms of the blond man separated the legs of his lover as they kissed deeply, their tongues holding tight to each other not wanting to let go, he rubbed his hardness between the other’s cheeks feeling him and his member pushing up on him; the man under the bed wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck and pulled him close as he felt him closer to his entrance, then he kissed him deeply once more getting lost within his partner when he felt him getting slowly inside him, opening him.

The entrance was tight and warm but it opened as he moved forward, he advanced deeper slowly into the needing body of his accomplice who held onto his back with his nails tightly as a soft deep moan came out of him as he heard a deeper moan on his left ear while the other man claimed him deeper and went deeper in filling him, his throat went dry and he pulled him close wanting him deeper, needing him deeper within, one of his hands reached for one of his partner’s and they held tightly as they burned together and merged within each other.

Feeling the man who haunted his mind once more was pure ecstasy and being within him made him loose his mind as their bodies kept moving together in need for each other, caressed by the golden rays of the sun when time stopped and they were one, their cores becoming one, their souls entwined together rising up both of them high above everything to a point where the stars sparkled by their sides and their lives echoed together in time for a second and a lifetime at the same time bonded together the heat increased taking them both to a point where an explosion between them wrapped their souls as one and made them each other’s for eternity.

Panting softly he caressed the brown hairs of the man he loved, revealing his brown eyes, and kissed once more his soft lips, he wrapped his arms around him and they both looked away through the window into the night sky as a couple of stars far away were sparkling together as one, as they were now, together, in love.

Enduring to Rise

Here I stand in this dark space, cold and wet. I feel like I am standing here alone, but no, there are others, people with dreams that hope high, some of them, like me still feel the need of a shining present. Now we gather, together we hold each other's hands and look up into the sky, up above where we belong into a sparkling moment that our hearts know that we must achieve, because that is where we should be and it is were we will be, somehow, sometime, but we will get there.

I look around and see the strength in my friend's eyes and the certainty that a bright and shinning future awaits for us clears all doubts from my heart. Yes, the path i must admit seems blurry and foggy so i can't see how I'll get there, but I know I will, some how I'll manage. We will manage. We will achieve the top of the hill and stare glorious to the path we've been through and rise from the dump we were tossed into. We have wings and we will use them to take flight into the horizon and into the world we will see as ours when we finally triumph.

So do not let the cold stone walls around you make you feel miserable, do not let them make you feel low, don't let the rough floor you are kneeling on make you feel you have settled your future in this, hold on tight on what you're heart is yearning for, because all the roughness will help you move through the foggy path, to achieve at last the eagle view of life, to rise above the rough steps with strong legs and iron will.

Locked down at the cellar we shut our eyes repeating to ourselves that we will come out but our will was simply holding on to our dreams helping us endure the whip of life that left marks on us. As it delivered blow after blow on our backs. But the time to stand up to all that arrived finally for us, to finally come together, gather our strength, shut our eyes and work our way to our dreams and take everything away from the path our heart shows us to be the right one to follow.

In that dark cold cave even when we were tied into the painful abyss of exploitation we leaned on each other keeping our prides high and the faith in our hearts glowing to shine for ourselves and the others as we were aware that we had hit rock bottom and that our only moving way now was heading up.

We take another step up and the climbing gets harder, we will do anything to achieve our dreams, to see them become real and be happy, so that one day we can proudly show our results to all those who doubted of us, who said it couldn't be done, to all those who didn't believed, to all those who told us to get real, we will stand before all and become a torch of hope who shines for people reminding them that magic is a decision to make in our lives. It doesn't happen, we have to make magic happen...

Washed Up

After an exhausting day, I jumped off the bus and felt the cold air hit my face and blow my hair up. I took a deep breath and started walking towards home, the day had ended, it went good, a normal day, everything in order, easy I started walking through the well-lit parking of the supermarket and turned in the end taking the dark street ahead of me that was illuminated only by a few street lights and moved towards home.

Suddenly a drop caressed my face and I smiled softly, it felt good, refreshing then I thought if it started raining I could get wet, but I was close to home, a 10 minute walk at most, so kept on walking feeling the tiny drops giggling when they danced into my face hearing the soft tempo they made when they fell on top of a car, that almost drum-like sounds everywhere.

Then the wind blew harder and I felt my jacket rising behind me but I didn’t even bothered on closing up the zipper. I kept walking, feeling the soft rain falling on me on that cold night. It felt good.

I felt the little soft stream of water running down my face from my cheek down to my neck and into my chest and sliding down. Then the wind pushed my hair up and I pulled it back. My shirt was soaking wet and I could feel the water drenching me as I kept moving.

Softly drops started falling down on my hair and caressed my skin as they rolled down on me. I feel my heart pounding hard and the ground beneath my feet becomes so soft as I start walking through an unpaved part. My movements become slower then I look up at the sky and see the drops falling down into my face.

Time seems to stop as I keep on walking, feeling the water covering me. All wrapped around me my soul seems to merge with the liquid and I feel the shaking within me it was exciting. Feeling nature so part of me, a part that seemed to be forgotten was there, wild, untouched, roaring to be released.

A soft moan escaped from me as I kept on moving feeling the water stir from my sleeves. I was alone, but I was part of everything, a warm feeling started boiling within me and I felt the urge to arrive to the park close at home, so I headed that way.

When I arrived the scent of the wet herbs and ground made my fantasies take flight and I moved slowly through the trees and plants caressing them softly feeling the rain pouring over the park and everything in it. It was delicious and intoxicating, refreshing and empowering, exciting and relaxing. I pressed my back against a tree and took a deep breath feeling it fill myself from within then a deep soft slow moan came out of me as my mind got drunk in delight.

There I remained for a few minutes all soaking wet until I realized it was time to go back to reality, I turned around and looked at a place so close at home that however took me so far away into that delicious, liberating and delightful experience and I just wanted to never end, but it was there for me, so close and so free. A path to walk away from routine and reality into fantasy and magic. A space that mixed the imagination with reality and stunned the senses while they boost into maximum just to ignite the flame of passion within the deepness of soul itself…

Sunset Standing Up

The sun ahead starts setting down into the horizon casting shadows on anything that crosses its path.

I lift up my head and stare at it while his majestic ride comes closer to its end. My hands move through my hair. The work day is over and sitting in the bench I wonder what happened to me?

Life seemed so promising in a close past and now I stand on a cliff of life staring at life's toughness.

Before my eyes my dreams shatter leaving space for a raw and sour dreamless and so called realistic reality, however reality seems far from enjoyable more like moments to bare. The blowing wind brings me the repetitive whisper of all those persons who said reality was like that, such a grayscale picture. My mouth dries and my sight blurs as my eyes get slightly wet.

Then I feel a thin blanket of cold wind wrap around my skin as I see the world I should jump into and realize that I’m standing alone near the edge, all by myself staring at the abyss, so close to the final point of letting go.

I turn back and through my shoulder I see the distant images of my earlier years when my hope was high and my dreams were big, when I had a trampoline as my standing ground. Then I look down at my feet and realize the thin paper layout about to break that serves me as my base. My heart starts beating rapidly as I realize that its soon to break and turn my world upside down pushing me to be swallowed by the dark abyss of the unknown sure to face the crashing down into the ground as I fall into what they call reality.

No space for dreams and wishes, just a jungle of survive. No dreams of love, of friendship, of laughs, of giggles, of fun or good times. That’s the reality that I should stand into, as I realize so, strength abandons my body slowly as I feel the time coming closer to the breaking point. My arms feel weak and my legs unwilling but the real cold comes out of my heart which seems to freeze from within in a space of no future joy, love or shine.

Suddenly a soft light whisper comes to me, barely able to listen to it I make an effort to see where it’s coming from and I notice nothing. Stressed and close to give up I fall on my knees and hear it once more, softly calling from within me, a soft voice repeating all my dreams, whispering softly into my heart. I wipe my tears away and take my stand strong and secure.

That might be the world everyone see but it’s not the one I want, I know better, so there will be better. I shut my eyes and take a secure step into nowhere sure that I’ll land on my feet and stand up into the world I want to live, the way I want to see it, not the way other people see it. If life was magical so far, it will still be and so it shall remain, because love and magic comes from within our hearts, the spark lies within us to make a moment sparkle with magic. And so with that spark I shall transform the world I land on because my dreams are shared by other people and I will not let the rest of the world tell us that we believe in something wrong, just because we don’t think the same way they do.

As I  realize so, I feel a fresh breeze caress my face as I sit on the bench on the street, my steps are beginning towards the land I must be in, so I take a deep breath and start walking back home following the almost dying sun.