Nedanstående gästinlägg är skrivet på franska och översatt av författaren till engelska. Eftersom författaren är rädd att texten redan tappat lite av sitt språk och sitt budskap bara genom den första översättningen väljer jag att publicera den engelska versionen. Jag vet inte om jag förstår hela budskapet, men jag älskar att dela andra människors bild av delad, ärlig, öppen, tillåten kärlek i väntan på att själv få uppleva den. Det håller liv i min tro på att den faktiskt finns och är fantastisk.
March 14, two thousand thirteen,
Sitting by the fire, a sensual music reminds me a little too much of how my body is burning with envy after living so many sensual experiences in a short period of time…
A trip, a thousand people, but also some semi-unreal characters with whom I shared a part of me… With whom I’ve made love, or not, in a thousand different ways. And all of them capsized my body, my heart and my head…
Each of them have left their mark… A sweet memory somewhere between two chills on my skin, in the reflection of my eyes or on the corner of my smile… All of them are still there, always present in a breath that the hollow of my back is still looking for…
I’m in love with love… The love that has intense lips, perfect body, shy eyes spitting fire, carnal smile, a gentle sigh, and soft and burning hands… In love with love, the love which lasts only a moment, but which is sincere. The love that involves all the senses, every corner of the body, heart, and spirit. The love that is good, really good. The love that is not here to stay no, but who’s mark forever…
I love making love. Yes, make love, not just fuck. And even if its not always finishing in the sexual act itself, I still like to fall in love… I like to let me go with these passers, these travelers, these strangers, those friends or some people that I courted for a long time… All have this in common, they will not stay. But however, every time each of them gives me something different that is necessary for my journey. All of them are important for me…
These people that I ”fell in love” with, for an hour, an evening, a night, or maybe more, have all this same crazy energy. A magnetic energy that I can’t explain, but makes me completely hooked…
I want more, and more…..
But is not welcome any person who knocks at my door… Those who have managed to enter are those who, in addition to clinching a smile on my face, have managed to generate me this sweet burning thrill more powerful for me than any drug: the desire. Only those who create in me a whirlwind of intense feelings, involving both my body and my soul, are those who light this huge spark that makes me want to cross all barriers…
I’m a lover for sure, I need to love, but I also need to be loved…
The story began a long time ago, and the book is far from coming to an end… But here is a chronicle of my conquest of ”love”, love according to my own dictionary… A kind of unreal love, supernatural, incomprehensible and far from being in the ”standards” of today’s society. A love that I will try to understand, explain, and question… The love that pushes me to try to use my head and a pencil to put all this sweet mess on paper.
Yes, I’m in love with Love.
Hope Love will always love me too…
Written by Andie on the road