Last night i had an erotic dream! Involving Paz Lenchantin!(why?...?)
Like all fantasies it was as it must be to be enjoyed fully;
No emphatic, pompous, reccurent place :
a yellow lighted and painted kitchen; i was sleeping on the tiled floor with a blanket in front of the fridge, on the rough.
No music, no ceremonial, no counterfeited atmosphere!
No pressure, not one anguish, only the fluently trust and natural behavior of two persons free of all fears and complexes :
dressed in her commonly sexy shorts, fitting the warm sun entering by the sole window and calling for joy, lighted feelings.
No imposing, no moral, no questions, everything so sincere, free and evident :
still lying flat on my back and kind of awaking softly in the knowingly pleasing morning, she simply barged in the room, smiling like it is the only way she can be when she's close to me, she precipitates in one move, takes off her shirt, crawls under the thin blanket and clutches me, her bust on mine, a leap of faith, but radiant, believing truly in my catch, (at that moment i'm striked by the certitude that she does it because she wants it, she feels it, and she can do it countless times, leaving, far, near, a long time a short time, and coming back with the same bliss elightening her face) and i see her fluttering around, i swear i can hear all the ideas and the many worlds in her mind, my confidence is entirely for her because i'm sure that she is free to go everywhere she wants, to think, to act, to materialize all that is important for her, and in the immensity of the possibilities she possesses, that sheer intelligence and talent, that wild character and independence, in all the quality of her person, i read it my place, as the link to the motor of her life.
No need to oppress, nor possess! The obvioussness of our mutual belonging is what tied us without forcing any of our actions, or thoughts.
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