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Straits and Turns

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I had a good bite of my sandwich, turned the food in my mouth and chewed slowly while I stared at the beautiful Goddess who was observing me and after I slowly chewed and swallowed my food while she was chewing hers and while my wife was sipping her red wine, I sent towards the Minoan beauty a kiss with an imperceptible movement of my lips to which the Minoan Goddess reciprocated with an even sweeter kiss sent my way and the pact of the day was sealed, the
beauty the up to now dull day had changed into, brought back my
thoughts about the travellers in the Atocha train station in the bowels
of which thousands of people go through, like that blonde traveller I
met yesterday, who played footsies with me and who would probably
was with her lover, yes at this moment in time, in this big city of
Madrid, she was surely enjoying the body of her husband, or lover,
or Lesbian partner, while the Minoan beauty, who had just finished
paying her waitress, got up and walking towards us and quite unexpectedly
she faced my wife and asked, “visitors?” to which my wife
said “yes”, “Having a good time in Madrid?” “Yes,” my wife said, “how
long have you been here?”, “a week, but we go home tomorrow” my
wife added, “have a great time and safe travels back home…by the way
where is home?”, the Minoan beauty asked, “Vancouver, in Canada,”
my wife said, “well enjoy your stay in Spain” the young woman added,
to which my wife and I said in unison, “thank you” and the Minoan
beauty turned and walked away showing us the calligraphy of her
buttocks, knowing well that I’d make sure I’d pay attention to them
as I paid attention to the unimaginable images she graced me with,
images that surely I’ll keep in my mind for the rest of my life.

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Straits and Turns

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…and ailing mother before she’d let her last breath go up in the air of
a stifling hospital room, in old wrinkled bed-sheets, white and pure
as the fire of Purgatory, cleansing, purifying, absolving all sins, and
others had to go to the front line of defence in one border, there where
the souls try to find a single justification for the lunacy that harasses
people when they firstly grab the rifle and shoot and then they think
that perhaps they should talk to those infidels on the other side of the
border, yet these were the moronic ways people did things these days
and these were all within the parameters and conditions of life in a big
country like Spain and in a big city like Madrid while this afternoon I
and my wife were sitting on the sidewalk table of this small cafe where
we had a bite and enjoyed our regular glass of beer for me and a regular
glass of red wine for my wife when I raised my eyes and stared at
the grandiose Atocha which brought to my mind that blonde woman
yesterday, on our way from Valencia, the pretty blonde woman sitting
opposite me and my wife, that pretty blonde who constantly had
her feet between mine and occasionally moved one of them against
mine, as if to tell me she was here and somehow she had to count as an
important part of my day to which I paid attention as the opportunity
allowed me and as if not to disturb the peaceful afternoon while we
were travelling at the speed of 310 kilometers an hour on the famous
high velocity AVLO train of the big RENFE Spanish train company.
Then the unexpected occurred when the ancient Minoan goddess
appeared, Ariadne incarnate, with her black curly hair falling
lower than her shoulders, with her dark skin complexion, the olive oil
skin complexion, with her black eyes and full lips which suddenly gave
me goosebumps, she appeared from the right of my wife and walking
in the most sensual way she made her way to the table just three meters
in front of me and on my line of vision towards the Atocha Train Station;
this woman of average height, well lined body, obviously a body
that had experienced all the possible erotic pleasures from the soft
and delivering to the rough and wild apexes, from the slow and long
moments enduring consummations to the fast and fiery encounters
which leave nothing but exquisite delight to every inch of a woman’s…

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