dreamless night..

dreaming is a thing which happen unwillingly.. we get to bed, close eyes and let our minds work while our body is getting a big shot of relax..

once i dreamt about an evening.. about an afternoon.. sitting in wooden house, two floors, big terrace, around the house just trees and grass, highly probable, the house was settled at shore's cliff very likely somewhere in scotland, ireland or new zealand.. just the green saturated color left a big mark in my mind.. i found myself sitting in the library, reading the boccaccio's dekameron while my beautiful lady was with me.. dont remember if in the room or somewhere in the house, just i could feel her presence.. there was a smell of well prepared dinner and when i came to the table and kissed her, suddenly an oriental scent mixed with the cinnamon stick which layed on the table reached my mind and took me milion miles away..

when i came back she was wearing a silk robe and it fell down very slowly.. she was stadning there in her very nakedness before my eyes. came closer and took my head to her arms.. i kissed her on breast..

just let her be herself and she is a true goddess.. like the old greek ones.. full of desire, passion and thirsty for life..