My Vision

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1. The princes is turning and turning in her luxury bed. Thirty seven thirsty lovers are covering her with kisses. They are arranging the pillows, wavering at her with feathers to refresh the air. They wave the flies way, who dared to get to close to her. They tell her beautiful stories, so she could dream her beautiful dreams. They are pleasing her with long caresses, there hands filled with perfumed oil. But somehow, underneath the pile of matrasses, a little stone is making her feel uncomfortable. She is pretty sure it must be a little stone, but se doesn’t want to complain, in the midst of all her happiness, about something so small, something only she can feel.

2. Sometimes she wears a dress called love. It’s a red see-through long dress and she’s carrying all kinds of fruit, while she is walking in a sea of seeds.

Sometimes she wears a dress called love. Sometimes it’s dress made of peacock blue feathers, she’s wearing an open rose and without a sound, she is singing about the love of her life.

3. She does not know any other man, who can make her stronger, even stronger than himself. A man who at least let her be, resting, to regain power. Sometimes he plays some music, in the other room. She’s dancing bare feet on the cold floor, made of stone. He is playing the guitar, touching every string, every muscle in her body.

They are drinking and talking, giving each other nightly promises, whispering in vanity, to the stars and the moon. Only when he holds his hand, before taking another zip of his wine, when he holds his breathe and their eyes meet, for a moment. Then she knows, she can only surrender.