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.
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).
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.
” 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. ^.^
LOOL! Gracias por tu comentario. Todavia estoy aprendiendo espanol, era muy bueno pero luego dejo de hablarlo -_- …He leido que puesto antes, es muy bien.
LOOL no tengo novio!
Where is your self-esteem? *picks it up from the floor and hands it back*
Why not just reveal the pic to everyone? Otherwise I think you want the mystery to remain…
= )
Solo fantasia 🙂
Besitos
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.
Thank you very much to you. You are very kind. I have also enjoyed very much your blog
Oh my. What a deep and gentle soul. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.
You flatter me with your comment. Thank you very much anyway. If you enjoyed this fantasy, you might also like this:
https://damantigui.wordpress.com/2012/02/22/waiting-at-the-bus-stop-re-enes/
10Q!
Love everything, following 😉
thanks for like-ing my photo blog, please check out my paintings blog at loniduekart.wordpress.com
😉
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 🙂
this was superb one…
Thank you very much! … If you liked this one, you may find interesting this other in the same line:
“waiting at the bus stop” https://damantigui.wordpress.com/2012/02/22/waiting-at-the-bus-stop-re-enes/
…et cet “déjà vu” va toujours te chasser.
n’est qu’une fiction … Pas grave! 🙂
http://memyselfandela.wordpress.com/2012/04/04/she-is-still-on-my-bed/
I have reposted your story on my blog because this story I loved the most…
I will miss you D… You have my email, please don’t be a stranger.
Love and kisses,
Ela
See! I told you that you deserved it, that was beautiful 🙂
I don’t know whether I deserve it or not…
If you mind the post’s plot, it is just fantasy… my reality continues in flat mode 🙂
” 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. ^.^
Thanks a lot for your comment!
Ur` welcome. :d.
You may like also this one:
https://damantigui.wordpress.com/2012/02/22/waiting-at-the-bus-stop-re-enes/
Esto es hermoso! Muy bueno, gracias por compartir : )
Vaya!
… de Ghana, preciosa, buena cocinera (¡perdón por el machismo aquí!), y encima hablas español… ¿tienes novio? 🙂
Mil gracias por tu comentario… hay algún post más de ese tipo…
https://damantigui.wordpress.com/2012/02/22/waiting-at-the-bus-stop-re-enes/
🙂
LOOL! Gracias por tu comentario. Todavia estoy aprendiendo espanol, era muy bueno pero luego dejo de hablarlo -_- …He leido que puesto antes, es muy bien.
LOOL no tengo novio!
Increíble (lo del novio, o lo del no novio…) tal vez debamos ir juntos de visita a Ghana… 🙂
Tu español es muy bueno… BTW!
‘Lo del novio, o lo del no novio’? No entiendo… Jajaja Cuando visita a Ghana es ver familia : )
Just kidding… don’t mind me 🙂
*shrugs* okay… Which of the faces were you in the other post?
you could find the answer in the post following that one 🙂
Read it. What a mystery!
No mistery here. It’s just I am too ugly 🙂
In any case people that participated with comments got my pic sic! by email… 🙂
Where is your self-esteem? *picks it up from the floor and hands it back*
Why not just reveal the pic to everyone? Otherwise I think you want the mystery to remain…
I could reveal it to you, if you couldn’t help with that… 🙂
I wouldn’t say no. I’ve always been too curious : )
Okidoki! Check your e-mail 🙂
That was very cheeky of you- your photo was not even part of the game lol
It was… no 25 🙂
I can only see up to no.24
As all of you… 🙂
But is down there on the button left.
I admit it, a bit tricky, but no one said life is fair …
My bad, I see it. The image just appears very small.
🙂
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