she is still on my bed – (es/en)

Ella aún duerme sobre mi cama, magnifica y aun delicada, leve y aun material, el azabache infinito de su pelo y su exótica piel de un sutilmente saturado y aterciopelado melocotón contrastan con el límpido marfil de las sabanas que sensualmente se enroscan alrededor de su sensible y amable figura. Siquiera el sol de la mañana penetra difuminado a través de los visillos mecidos por la suave brisa, aporta matices de cálidos colores que en constante movimiento encienden partes de su húmeda frescura.
En la penumbra de la pieza, contemplándola, ha transcurrido un lapso de mi biografía, intenso y confuso, sin desenlace. Intuíamos que esto llegaría, no desde el primer segundo, pero sí en aquella primera hora del primer encuentro; su belleza distinta, su prudente inteligencia, su atuendo sensualmente casual… Y ahora está aquí….
Y aunque complacido no me siento radiante. Ella es sin duda lo que anhelaba. Mas… un deja vu flota casi consciente. Ella, aquella ella desde un tiempo para siempre ausente me reclama la misma delicadeza que ya hace mucho tiempo no goza. Y por eso me inquieta que ella, esta Ella real y vital, llegue algún día a conjurarse en un más fresco deja vu.
She is still on my bed sleeping, magnificent even delicate, mild even material, the infinite amber of her hair and her exotic skin of a subtly saturated velvet peach contrast with the limpid ivory of the sheets that sensually wrap around her sensitive and gentle figure. As the morning sun invades through the laces swinging in the breeze, it brings refinements of warm colors that in a constant moving light up parts of her dewy freshness.
In the gloom of the room, contemplating her, a lapse of my biography elapses; intense and confusing, without denouement. We sensed this was coming, not from the first second, but in that first hour of our first meeting; her distinct beauty, her wise intelligence, her sensual casual attire… And now she’s here…
And although pleased I am not blessed. She is, no doubt, what I craved for. But … a déjà vu is almost consciously floating. She, a different she from a time forever absent, claims me the same delicacy that long ago is not earning. And thus it disquiet me that she, this real, vital She, will one day conjure into a fresher déjà vu.
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She is still on my bed – Dugutigui

About Dugutigui

In the “Diula” language in Mali, the term « dugutigui » (chief of the village), literally translated, means: «owner of the village»; «dugu» means village and «tigui», owner. Probably the term is the result of the contraction of «dugu kuntigui» (literally: chief of the village).
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40 Responses to she is still on my bed – (es/en)

  1. Lovely. Thanks for visiting and giving me the chance to learn about you. Words and photos, you have wonderful, creative ways to express the world around you.

  2. Oh my. What a deep and gentle soul. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.

  3. loniduekloni says:

    Love everything, following😉
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    • Dugutigui says:

      Your painting is just superb, as I mentioned on your blog … thank you very much for making me know it … and looking forward for the next one🙂

  4. pkmadman84 says:

    this was superb one…

  5. …et cet “déjà vu” va toujours te chasser.

  6. Coco Rivers says:

    See! I told you that you deserved it, that was beautiful🙂

  7. ” She is still on my bed sleeping, magnificent even delicate, mild even material, the infinite amber of her hair and her exotic skin of a subtly saturated velvet peach contrast with the limpid ivory of the sheets that sensually wrap around her sensitive and gentle figure. ” – You’ve got me speechless. ^.^

  8. Esto es hermoso! Muy bueno, gracias por compartir : )

  9. Pingback: She is still on my bed… « memyselfandela

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