It's a hot midsummer night. The skies wear a minimalist evening dress in dark blue silk, embroidered with little sparkling stars, and a mighty silver moon, tracing its magic form, casting its spell upon all living beings. My blood boils in my veins, awaiting the moment to join him, my dear lover; who, as the moon has a strange and powerful effect on me, so does he. The salty sea smell dances in my nose, trying to enchant me, while the ocean breeze caresses my skin like a lullaby as I'm getting closer to the port. There my eyes see him, standing on the esplanade backwards to me, staring at the harbour. He notices the sound made by my flip-flops when I'm coming and looks back in my direction. He smiles when he realizes it's me who's going to him. I give him two kisses, one on each cheek. I like the sensation I feel as our manly faces come into contact. I need to hug him in my arms, to feel his warmth and the body I worship.We smile at a each other, a smile of confidence. We start walking along the esplanade, and I take his left hand in my right hand. He looks at me and smiles again. We wander slowly along the port up to the yachts dock. The atmosphere is totally tranquil. The colour of the night, the lights of the city and the neibouring towns, together with the sound of the slow splashing sea waves makes it almost as if it were some sort of enchanting music performed to make humans fall into a profound peaceful sleeping. We walk until the end of the dock and sit on its cement walls. We look at each other, speak in a low voice, almost unhearable, we gaze the sea and the landscape, and we look at each other. Calm and complete tranquility, that's what I feel when I'm by his side. I stand up and place myself before him. I come closer to him, caress his face and kiss his cranberry lips, bittersweet flavoured, sinfully juicy. Nearly an addictive taste, sticking me to him, like a bee seduced by the sweetest smell of all wild flowers.There's nobody there at that time, so that we can fell at ease if we touch certain parts of the human anatomy when caressing. His face has been made up by the moonlight, like a selenite. My nose perceives the fragrance of his deo, as cool as the pulse of a summer polar wind, what summed to the playful blowing breeze gets me even more excited. We twist our tongues in sinfully delight. Snore. He takes me closer and touches my ass, driving me completely crazy, meanwhile I lick and bite his lascivious lips. Snore. I kiss his eyelids, his forehead, and we melt in a warm cuddle. Fingers pleasantly sliding along the arms skin, causing pleasure goosebumps... Skin on skin, we lay naked on white sheets with the deep blue sky above us. Among the dominions of his bodily temple I get intertwined and let myself fall, little by little, into a light sleep, until I am awakened by the delightful reddish and orange dyes of dawn drawing slowly on his spine.

PS. Thanks to Brendan for his help with the ending sentence.

Heathen Island

Nothing I see, just a covering of clouds color gray. On my face skin I receive some surf from the splashing swanroad. I lay with my arms open outwards on a wildly carved cliff of volcanic coal-black lava. Oh, how wild blows the north-western wind! I feel the powerful pulse of the pushing pump underneath my bonehouse. Everything turns calm. The covering of clouds uncovers, letting me see the starry sky on this silent night. The brilliant Minor Bear brightening high above in the blue skies. I feel this breeze so freezing that flows into the fjord. The aurora borealis makes its appearance like a color curtain of incredible kaleidoscopic undefined shapes, each time different. Suddenly, the ground quivers with a cruel earthquake; creating chaos, killing kins, but also creating new lands and life. Look, the liquid lava flowing violently from the volcano, like blood bleeding from our mother Earth.I was moved onto this ice land by the magnetic mantra sung out by the murmuring mermaid, trapping me for ever and ever on this magical í­sland. This pagan island; a heathen place, my hidden place.From this dream I'm awaken by a wave from the whaleroad.

Nice life-giving warmth. Penetrating salty smell. All along blinding light. Weightless white wheat flour? No, just light white sand on a small hidden strand. The delicate kiss on our skin of a soft-touching sea breeze. The sleep-sending sound of the sea waves arriving on the beach. Just two towels on the beach. The frisky sunrays on our tanned naked bodies play.We embrace us in the water. We get closer and closer. We kiss. He covers my body with his lips, chin, cheeks, forehead, arms, chest and legs. I also cover his whole body in the erotically running water.Almost lifeless we lay on our towels. Lifeless because the warmth and sun turn us so sleepy... We lay embraced, without moving, whispering warm words through our mouths. Now the sun rays fall lighter on our skin. We decide to go and take a bath in the Atlantic blue waters. But before getting in the water, he pushes me softly down onto the sand. We roll along the shore wetting in water our warm bodies. We kiss and laugh. As well as me, he loves playing. I adore feeling his skin contact with mine. We get in the water hand in hand.And suddenly, I get apart. He seems not to understand why. I disappear with a jump, diving to where the water is deeper. But whale-like on the water surface I emerge and show my tongue to him. He decides to attack by surprise. He wants to bite me, to bite me with his teeth, which have a powerful poison that makes me addicted to him. Oh, yes. It's an addictive venom. I want some poison, I need a little venom, I do want my poison dose. I cannot help it. I'm already addicted, addicted to his sinful lips and tongue wandering across my chest. With great pleasure I tremble while he, with his tongue and lips, licks and sucks my nipples. He really knows how make me succumb to his conquest skills. I put my legs around his body and let my feet land on his buttocks. Snore. With my lips and tongue I leave his mouth on a voyage across his chin, across his jaw, up to his right ear (now it's him who quivers), to descend then down to his chest, passing across his neck. Lying on our towels we get dry with the last sun rays of day. It's time to go. We pick up our things on the beach and go to the car. The beautiful twilight tinges with its tones of colour blue, red and orange the huge sky, letting some colour drop into the ocean, on the horizon, there where the sun is hiding.

Hypnotic Eyes

Threatening mysterious tree shades in the perpetual darkness of a wood on an obscure fall night on my way uphill along never ending path full of crunchy leaves. I can't see about five meters beyond me. A sudden lightening, followed by a harsh thunder, invades it all. More lightening and thunders come later every minute, but it's not raining. My blood is throbbing in my veins. I shiver with the blowing of freezing breeze. I'm frightened. I feel that there's something hidden in the wood, observing me, watching me, following my steps. I don't know what it is. I look around, but see nothing. The path turns to the right. Another thrilling lightening lets me see the figure of a tall, pale, dark-haired man dressed in black. He stares at me with his hypnotic grayish-blue eyes. I'm paralyzed; I'm unable to move. Darkness falls again followed by the deafening sound of another thunder. I don't see him anymore, but I still feel his presence. My heart beats harder and harder, it's going to explode. I cannot move. I cannot breathe. I can feel that something that scares me is about to happen. He's behind me. He takes me in his arms, and for some reason I can't explain; I want him to, I want him to hold me in his arms. I desire it. I wish to meld me with him. I feel sick, intoxicated, flying over the city. Then, I realize he has carried me to his lair. We are sitting on a bed. I can't help gazing at his eyes. He begins with a kiss in my mouth, then another and another. I don't move, I don't him to stop. He licks my neck with his tongue and lips all along. It's so pleasing... I scream with pain. He has thrusted his fangs at my neck. I suddenly wake up violently. I have my heart in my mouth. I'm covered in sweat, sitting on my bed.But the nightmare is over... for the moment.

It seduces me

I entere in the darkness
of a wood
as joining
the waters of the ocean,
naked at night,
on a heathen beach.
It seduces me
with its images
of the sea;
charms me
with the white light
of the streetlights and
the Moon;
and traps me
with its mysterious
darkness...

No océano

Adiante e atrás,
adiante e atrás.
Centos de linguas salgadas
lamben os poros da miña pel
transmitindo unha sensación
pracenteira erelaxantepor tódolos nervios
do meu corpo.
Adiante e atrás;
móvome
mexido polas correntes do mar,
coma unha alga no océano;
cara adiante e
cara atrás;
boca abaixo
coas pernas
estiradas ata a superficie;
magnetizado
pola sedución
da escuridade...

In the Depth of the Ocean

Little air balloons in the intense blue, bubbling water. Graceful out of the water jump like a synchronized ballet a group of frisky dolphins propelled by their agile gray tails. Jumping in and out of the water, getting deeper, catching fish and seaweeds.The ballet makes a stop on the surface of the water and whistle accompanied by a distant echoing chorus, a chorus composed of their cousins, the singing whales.Hidden in the sand, in the depth of the ocean, occupies its time a watching octopus by hunting, spreading its tentacles around its prey after a sudden attack.Little jelly balloons in the intense blue water, like bubbles in the water. A mass of transparent jellyfish floating in calm up to the surface, but there's no need to feel fear, for they cannot sting. So swim and dive among the blown bubbles-like jellyfish.At the bottom of the sea a crab scratches the sand with its pinces, searching for nourishing seaweeds and small animals, and takes its food fast into ist fauces.An untrespassable coating of alga, dancing, moved from side to side by the currents of the sea.From the surface of the sea, the silhouettes of black cormorants bumping in the water to catch fish.In the colorful coral reef, a red starfish struggles to open up the shells of a scallop and then swallow it down.Coming fast, moving its ten tentacles, the curtain comes down as a squid spills its black liquid ink.

presentation of my own personal paranoias

Decidín crear esta parte só para colgar aquelas cousas que teño escrito de ficción. / I decided to create this part just to post those fiction things I've been writing.