pride..

i know the place.. a land full of corn fields.. high corn stems waving in the wind while the red sun goes down.. i know the feeling when my love is laying down and asking me to come to her arms.. i know the taste of her kisses on my face.. i know the sound of her lovely voice caressing my ears.. i know the smell of the fresh air mixed with the smell of her soft skin.. i know the time when sun asks the moon to come on sky and guard us in the night..

i know.. i dreamt.

one thing cannot reach my brain without being asked. soul asked why we hurt our beloveds, why we let our venom touch their ears and skin? do not punish, love.. forgive.. life is like a path.. not stright, but with many hills, mountain and depths.. time to time the walk is not easy at all and often we would like to stop, give it up, or turn back.. do not do it.. take the challenge.. and be proud.
we choose each other.. be proud.. be proud of her or him.. thank them for the day.. thank them for the kiss.. thank them for the words..

on university i used to study the old greece, the youth of the philosophy.. i used to study old myths.. i used to be a member of gender studies.. nowadays, there is lack of pride.. we got something and we would like to change it for something another.. instead of being proud..

i love her.. i am proud on her.. i am proud of her dreams, proud of the true women living in her, proud of her body.. she is like a queen, old greece goddess..