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<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=260 BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> <IMG SRC="196d2bd0.jpg" border=0 width="210" height="189" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="LeKnight at Bluewater"><U><I><B><IMG SRC="1b723230.jpg" border=0 width="35" height="35" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="1" VSPACE="0"></B></I></U></A><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#99CCFF" FACE="Arial" ><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="LeKnight at Bluewater"><U><I><B>Debaucherous Tales</B></I></U></A></FONT></div> <div> <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="LeKnight at Bluewater"><U><I><B>Directory</B></I></U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <A HREF="http://www.blue1water.com/spa/" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://www.blue1water.com/spa/"><U><I> Spanish .</I></U></A><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#FF6633" FACE="Arial" ><A HREF="http://www.blue1water.com/spa/" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://www.blue1water.com/spa/"><U> Pages <IMG SRC="13d1e140.jpg" border=0 width="30" height="20" ALT="Spain" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></FONT></div> <div> <A HREF="http://www.blue1water.com/spa/" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://www.blue1water.com/spa/"><U>Páginas en Español</U></A><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#FF6633" FACE="Arial" ><A HREF="http://www.blue1water.com/spa/" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://www.blue1water.com/spa/"><U> </U></A></FONT></div> <div> <A HREF="http://www.blue1water.com/spa/" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://www.blue1water.com/spa/"><U><I>cuentos eróticos</I></U></A></div> <div> <I>And many thanks to Iruntxu for her translations to Spanish. </I></div> <div> <I>She just needs to learn to keep her fingers on the keyboard,</I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I><B>Art & Photos</B></I></div> <bR> <div> <I><B><IMG SRC="00920150.gif" border=0 width="32" height="21" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">   </B></I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#00FFFF" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><A HREF="http://www.blue1water.com/art/" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://www.blue1water.com/art/"><U><I>New Arts Image Section</I></U></A></FONT></div> <div> <A HREF="http://www.blue1water.com/art/" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://www.blue1water.com/art/"><U>(Working to improve and expand)</U></A></div> <bR> <div> sssssssssss</div> <bR> <div>  <A NAME="ux_1_1"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#CCFFFF" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I><B><IMG SRC="00c243c0.jpg" border=0 width="36" height="60" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></I></FONT></div> <div> <I><B>    UX - 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Click</I></U></A></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <I> <A NAME="nora"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></I><I>Nora</I><FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#FF66FF" FACE="Book Antiqua" > . . .</FONT><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#FF66FF" FACE="Book Antiqua" ><I>by mdg._</I></FONT></div> <bR> <bR> <div>                      </div> <div> <A HREF="#si_me_faltaras_tú" TITLE="Nora"><U><IMG SRC="181f0a90.jpg" border=0 width="240" height="169" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6"></U></A></div> <div> <I>She sang and danced in the Cabarets at night, her husband at the piano, and she slept by day. She was the complete opposite of her husband. He, quiet, serious, and all business with his music.  She, full of life, never a frown, and when she sang, it was from the heart and soul.</I></div> <div> <I>I had been coming to this cabaret, on and off for quite some time, always found a small single table where I had a clear view, and usually left well before closing time.  </I></div> <div> <I>Well into the evening, about the time I was thinking of leaving, a friend who I met here about a year before came in with his lady.</I></div> <div> <I>"Good to see you again," he said, and introduced me to her,</I></div> <div> <I>"Good to see you also. Pull up a chair and join me," I said "what brings you out this late in the evening,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Chiquita is a very good friend of Nora," he said, "and she wanted to visit with her during her break. She hadn't seen her in quite a while.  They used to perform together long before Nora met her husband,"</I></div> <div> <I>We ordered another bottle of wine, watched the show, talked about what each had been doing the past few months until the break came. </I></div> <div> <I>Nora wasted no time and coming straight to our table to greet Chiquita with a sisterly hug and kiss, pulled up a chair, poured herself a glass of wine and began jabbering with Chiquita as though they had to share all the information and gossip immediately.  Barely taking the breath to acknowledge my friend introducing us. Her husband made no effort to join us, in fact I don't know where he went during the break.</I></div> <div> <I>After about fifteen minutes of the two of them cackling, laughing, jabbering, Nora excused herself and back up on stage to continue the show.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Nora has invited us all to her place after the closing," said Chiquita,</I></div> <div> <I>After the final segment of the show, Nora and her husband came to the table, took a few sips of wine, and,</I></div> <div> <I>"Shall we go,?" said Nora, looking around the table at everyone for response,</I></div> <div> <I>"Hey, I'm just following along with the crowd," I said</I></div> <div> <I>"Let's go," said my friend, as he stood and took Chiquita by the hand,</I></div> <div> <I>Out to a waiting taxi, which apparently came every evening to take Nora and her husband home.  Well all sort of piled in, a bit crowded, but we managed, Nora's husband jumped into the front seat next to the driver, and us four in the back seat, which was something like stuffing sardines in a can. It seemed to me already strange that her husband would allow a stranger crunched in the back seat with his wife. It made me even more uneasy when she decided, because of being crunched four across in the back to raise herself up and plop herself in my lap, and with no place to put my arm, she took it and placed it on her thigh, yet never stopping to take a breath, talking with Chiquita.  Her husband in the front, completely silent, watching the street ahead as we drove. </I></div> <div> <I>When we finally arrive to their apartment building about twenty minutes later, we were all ready to get out of that matchbox of a car, cramped, ready to stretch legs. Not until I got out of the car and the cool night air hit me that I realized the heat Nora's thighs radiated.  </I></div> <div> <I>"This is one hot blooded woman," I thought, "if she wasn't married I would definitely be in heated pursuit. </I></div> <div> <I>Up the elevator to their apartment, again crowded in a very small elevator, but this time I did pay attention, and again could feel the heat radiating from Nora, which was no beginning to work on my mind and body. </I></div> <div> <I>No sooner in the apartment, Nora told Chiquita to get some glasses, wine from the kitchen and relax, while Nora pulled out an ironing board from a utility closet, iron, a little burgundy dress while her husband took a shower, and began ironing it.</I></div> <div> <I>As soon as he was finished with his shower, she scurried off quickly with her ironed dress for her shower.</I></div> <div> <I>"What's going on,?" I asked my friend,</I></div> <div> <I>"Nora wants to go out dancing and relax," he said, "there's a cabaret that's open till early morning,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Maybe I'd best head back to the hotel then," I said,</I></div> <div> <I>"No you don't," he said, "you're coming with us,"</I></div> <div> <I>"What like a third wheel on a bike," I said,</I></div> <div> <I>"Don't worry about," he said, "you're coming with us,"</I></div> <div> <I>It didn't take Nora any time at all to be showered and changed into her dress.</I></div> <div> <I>"Shall we go,?" she said, scanning us for response,</I></div> <div> <I>"Let's go," we all agreed, and headed out the door. BUT, her husband remained at the apartment. NOW,  I must admit I was a bit uncomfortable with this arrangement. What sort of husband would allow such a delicious looking, lively woman to leave with another man, to go dancing this time of the night. Any fool could see that I was an honorable man with limits. Decadence and debauchery radiating from me like a flashing neon sign. </I></div> <div> <I>"Oh well," I thought, "let's dance, laugh, enjoy the evening, keep the aces up my sleeve and play fairly."  I knew it would not be easy.  How could I dance with her in my arms and remain cold. Nothing worse for a desirable woman than to feel like she's being treated like a sister. If for nothing else than to be flattered by being desired, but, how could I do that without desiring. And I wondered, "how do I get myself into this situations,"  </I></div> <div> <I>Dance, laugh and enjoy the evening we definitely were. She clung to me, as if we had known each other all out lives. So at ease she was, so pleased, almost with boasting pride that I was at her side. What held my attention was her so open, warm smile, her soft laughs, as if sunshine radiated from her. There are those women, when they smile, it's as though the world around them smiles. Her eyes glowed, sparkling, even in the dim cabaret light when she smiled. It was the smile that could launch a thousand ships to conquer without question, yet so innocently. She was not much for the faster dances, which she just enjoyed sitting out, talking about her past, sipping wine, but the slower waltzes she would not think of letting me sit there. Holding her in my arms, dancing, I felt her warm sensuality radiating, glowing. Such heat radiated from her, an aura that seemed to envelop us both. The more we danced, the tighter she clung to me, sometimes very softly, barely audibly humming the tunes as if the voice of spirits from afar. She had me completely mesmerized with her very sensual, sublime, yet somewhat innocent charm that it was some time well after four in the morning that I realized my friend and his lady had left.</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#BBBBBB" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><I>"Where are they,?" I asked her, "looking around the cabaret, thinking they may be dancing or at another table with friends.</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#BBBBBB" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><I>"They went home," she said, with that soft sparkling smile in her eyes, "almost an hour ago. Are your ready to leave,?"</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#BBBBBB" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><I>"I could dance with you in my arms until my legs no longer could," I said, and then I thought,"I shouldn't have said that, much too seducing to a woman who's husband is probably waiting for her return,"</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#BBBBBB" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><I>"We can stay and dance as long as you like," I quickly said after that, "I can sleep later, I have nothing pressing today,"</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#BBBBBB" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><I>"Well then let's have one more dance, finish our wine and leave, if that's alright with you,?" she said</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#BBBBBB" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><I>"Shall we,?" I said, taking her be the hand to the floor,</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#BBBBBB" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><I>This dance was different than any we danced earlier. After a few minutes I could feel her melting to me. It was a soft, sensual intimate intimation which she transmitted to me without word, without noticeable touch. "Can we leave now,?" she asked, a soft warm breath of words cuddled to my neck, I could feel the blood racing through me by her, delicate manner.</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#BBBBBB" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><I>There are those times when the most subtle hint has more impact than ten thousand words or gestures, and those few words, in the manner in which she presented them almost brought me to my knees.</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#BBBBBB" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><I>"Let's go then," I said, her hair still to my cheek, those soft words, the delicate scent of her, I wasn't sure I really meant what I said, when I said let's go. But slowly we made our way off the dance floor, her arm still around me as we headed for the door and out to the street.</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#BBBBBB" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><I>Waiting for a cruising taxi for me to hail. She cuddled, her arms around my waist, head lightly to my chest, relying on me to find us a taxi, yet no feeling of urgency from her, when a cab came, stopped, quickly the driver got out, came around to the sidewalk and partially opened the back door.</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#BBBBBB" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><I>"Where to," he asked,</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#BBBBBB" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><I>She looked at me, arms still around my waist, again that soft innocent look that melts hearts of stone, for a few seconds not a word as the taxi driver and I patiently waited for the lady to let us know her wishes. I didn't say anything, the driver silent, she just stared at me,</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#BBBBBB" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><I>"May I suggest a romantic hotel,?" very gentlemanly, the taxi driver asked, "Yes,?" she asked, so softly that I barely heard her, not to mention that I was not prepared for such a response. A wonderful evening with a lovely lady was more than I had expected to begin with.</I><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#BBBBBB" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><I>"Yes," I said, reaching to open the taxi door completely, as she slid herself in. The driver no sooner closed the door behind me, she cuddled to me as if we were one. "Ahhh, romance, such a wonderful thing," said the driver as we drove off. </I></div> <div> <I>All I could do was wonder what was going through her mind. Not a good time to be asking questions and tarnish the delicate mood she was in, I thought. Something much  deeper was running through her. This was not a woman who was inclined to cheat on her husband, which was so obvious by the way she clung to me. It was an aching to he held, cuddled, caressed, yet in the few hours that she had known me, it was as though we had been like this a lifetime. The taxi driver's remark kept racing through my mind. He saw something much quicker than I did. </I></div> <div> <I>When we finally arrived at the hotel some fifteen minutes later, checked in, and entered the room, she again clung to me, wanting the long slow sensual petting, kissing, as she began slowly unbuttoning my shirt, as if time was of no matter.  This was not simple lust.  There was something much deeper lacking which she was wanting, needing from me.  When I finally also got her blouse unbuttoned, equally as slowly as she was <IMG SRC="18a8edc0.jpg" border=0 width="142" height="220" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="6" VSPACE="6">undoing my shirt, slid it down over her shoulders, she just gently dropped her arms to her sides, warmly looking into my eyes, to let the blouse fall to the floor, turned around, that I undo her bra. Every motion, with her was with the fondest, adoring indulgence.  Deeply affectionate, absorbing every morsel of the moment. It was with ritualistic tenderness she was indulging herself in.  With that same sensitivity I steered her to the bed, as she made herself comfortable still clinging, cuddling to my chest. Her gentle hands wandering, exploring from my face, along my waist, to my thighs, across my stomach, my chest, continual light of touch petting.  It was almost hypnotic, her touch, as I caressed, massaged her back with one arm wrapped around her, with her thigh across mine, in motion to her hand along my thighs, pressing, rubbing delicately over my cock, back down again, more and more grinding her pussy to my thigh, with gradual increased  pressure, motion, and moist heat from between her thighs. Not one word spoken, just soft, barely audible, what one could call purring, humming, sighing, hard to describe, this warm breath, slight vibration of her lips to my chest as she oscillated her body tighter, more animated to mine. We must have laid there like that for an hour, with no hint from her for haste. Yet, I could feel her breathing deepen, heart beating harder against my chest, her hand, toying more eagerly around and with my cock, my hand she took from her breast, pressed it tightly between her thighs as she rolled back slightly. The wet heat that radiated from her pussy was beyond measure as I finessed my fingers between her swollen pussy lips, spreading her thighs, delicately even more.  My erection she held, fondled firmly as if discovering, with pride and joy, kissing my chest yet continually watching  my cock as she fondled. Again, that look in her eyes, such a delicate, soft desiring look as I rolled her on her back, kissing, teasing, nibbling on, around her breasts, to her soft amorous murmuring, leisurely, trailing with lips, tongue down her chest, to her tummy, tasting her sweet scented flesh, for my pleasure as much as hers, to her swaying, raising herself so slightly to my attention, to her yielding, tender, balmy thighs, opening, ardently, invitingly wider with each pass of my lips closer to her pussy. The unhurried tempo she bid, which I followed with pleasure, infused in my mind every delicate, sweet scent, taste, feel of her. Firmly, with broad of tongue parting her puffy, soft pussy lips to the wet aroused inner flesh as she slowly rocked her hips upward, encouraging, guiding my pleasuring, my slow deliberate devouring of all her delicious arousal, to her clit, more steadfast attention, flickering my tongue in steady rhythm, gently sucking it from beneath it's sheath. Still she maintained her slow, savoring all, rolling, swaying, murmuring pace, as though she could linger in this state indefinitely. Her steamy, sweet ginger nectars flowing relentlessly from within her, to a pool of flooding to the sheets beneath, an arousal flood I had not known before. Again, without a word, only her deep, sudden inhaling breathing, she pulled me up to her, raising, spreading her thighs, that I enter her without delay, thrusting my rigid, now very aching cock in her wet heat, and what intense heat it was within her, legs now tightly wrapped around me, pulling tighter and tighter into her, swaying, grinding herself to me. Then without waste of motion, lowered, straightened her legs beneath me, closing her pussy, thighs around my cock, taking the full weight of my body to her as she thrust her hips up to me, grinding and rocking, pressing her clitty to my groin as she came, sucking, milking such a quivering, orgasm from within me, to hers, hugging, arms wrapped around my neck, rolling slower and slower as came down from her orgasm.  </I></div> <div> <I>"Ohhh myyy," she whispered, "pppfffffffeewwwff, wonderful, just wonderful."</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm crushing you, aren't I,?" I said, the first actual words we've spoken since we entered the room.</I></div> <div> <I>"A bit," she said, "but just stay here a little longer, in me like this," feeling her inner pussy flexing, caressing, around my receding cock.</I></div> <div> <I>Then again, gently, slowly, pushed me off to her side, wrapping herself around me, circling her hand around on my chest as we fell asleep.</I></div> <div> <I>It was well into the afternoon when we woke, she still, wrapped tightly around me, clinging as not wanting the moments to pass.</I></div> <div> <I>"Well good morning, or afternoon," I said</I></div> <div> <I>"Good morning," she cooed, "mmmmmmm, I feel wonderful, just wonderful." raising herself slowly up to sitting.</I></div> <div> <I>"We better get dressed and go," she said, "I have to work again tonight," slowly sliding out of the bed, looking around the room for her clothes.</I></div> <div> <I>Dressed, we left, taxi, dropped her off in front of her apartment building,</I></div> <div> <I>"Will you come see me tonight," she asked</I></div> <div> <I>"Of course," I said, as she gave me a little wave, and headed to her place, and I back to my hotel. </I></div> <div> <I>All through dinner, I kept wondering what sort of relationship her and her husband had. It was obvious where and with whom she's been, yet it didn't seem to phase her to return home at that hour, cheerful.  After dinner, a brandy at the bar, relax, then to the cabaret. </I></div> <div> <I>I found a comfortable table within reasonable distance from the stage, ordered a bottle of wine, sat back and watched. The life and energy in her was amazing to watch, and her husband played the piano to her, for her, with her, such an interchange, affectionate smiles, catering to each other, and I was now in the midst of this. </I></div> <div> <I>Their first break, Nora and her husband found me, quickly sat down as long time friends.  Her greeting, a kiss on the cheek, his greeting as a long missed friend.  "Oh well," I thought, "this one will be one I may never understand," </I></div> <div> <I>I had the waiter bring two more glasses, poured the wine, talking about music, hers, the rest of the group which accompanied her occasionally.</I></div> <div> <I>After a few minutes, Nora excused herself to the ladies room to freshen up as she put it. No sooner had she left,</I></div> <div> <I>"Thank you," said her husband, "I can see that you have no intention of taking her from me,"  </I></div> <div> <I>"OhhhhK" I thought, "if he can be that candid about it, then I have the right to ask,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Thank you HOW, ?" I said, sat back, looking straight into his eyes,</I></div> <div> <I>"Thank you for treating her with respect, and care," he said, slightly choked, wanting to say more, then stopped,</I></div> <div> <I>"Time to get the facts out," I thought, "I had to understand,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Tell me Carlo," I said, "tell me more," without expression,</I></div> <div> <I>"You know Nora loves me very much," he said, choking even more, "and I love her with all my heart,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Then, what,??" I said, and now getting a bit cold in expression, </I></div> <div> <I>"Well, " he said, hesitating, "I do some, I try, but not what any healthy woman needs or deserves,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Ok, Carlo," I said, "now tell me the cold facts, since I am now in the middle of this, and it seems with your blessing," then silence, a sip of wine, he looked around, sort of not sure what to say next, then,</I></div> <div> <I>"She asked me first," he said, "before you left last night, and because your friend, who told me about, I was glad,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Carlo, " I said, "but WHY,???" meaning get to the point in this bizarre situation, </I></div> <div> <I>"You must NOT tell her I told you, " he said, "believe it or not, but she does love me, and is proud of me, of what we had, and what remains,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well you have my word on that," I said, " and  I think you know I will hold to that. But now tell me what is this all about,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Alright," he said, very hesitant, "ten years ago, before we found full time work in music, I was also working part time in a machine shop. A piece of equipment I was working on exploded, and it, . . . well, it destroyed, everything. Do you understand?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes I do," I said, "you don't need to say any more. Thank you for trusting me with that."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well," he said, "she has accepted, because of her love for me, but I know she was beginning to think of leaving me, and that would have destroyed me, when through your friend, and her acceptance of you. Well, do you understand,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes I do," I said, taking a deep breath,</I></div> <div> <I>"It has been a long time since I have seen her so cheery," he said, choking, yet with pride, "and so glad to be home with me.  For that I thank you, and for that I hope, you could remain a part of her as she has always wanted me a part of her,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well Carlo," I said, "as you trusted me with that, and trust me with her, then I will," and I could not finish my thoughts, as Nora returned, cheery, passed her hand along Carlo's cheek, </I></div> <div> <I>"We better get back to work, my love," she said, "our audience is getting impatient. And will you be here when we finish,?" looking at me, long enough for a reply, which was a simple smiling nod,</I></div> <div> <I>Watching them perform now, gave me a whole new look at what giving and taking without petition could be. In their performance I could see an eased, as though a burden had been lifted spark. I was now much more than surrogate, with what I had just heard, it was an attachment. I was the welcomed ghost, or spirit, whatever you want to call it, and I decided I would fill that void, with spirit. </I></div> <div> <I>After the last guest left, Nora and Carlo changed into their street clothes, came sat back down at my table, Carlo kissed her goodnight, and quickly left.  I must admit, I was still a bit uncomfortable with the condition, until Nora again clung to me, </I></div> <div> <I>"Can we leave now,?" she said, holding my wrist, leaning on me lightly,</I></div> <div> <I>"Come on," I said, "would you like to go to the same place?"</I></div> <div> <I>"No,", she whispered, "I have something else to show you," as we stood, made our way outside to a taxi, and left, to her directions to the driver.</I></div> <div> <I>Again thinking on all that I heard this evening, the only thing now was to lighten the load. I would take her, and give her, as she were mine for those moments that we share, then release her without burden, </I></div> <div> <I>"So," I said, "and where are you abducting me to,?", to which she gave no answer, just a gentle kneading to my hand.</I></div> <div> <I>A twenty minute drive from city center, a quick stop at a little grocery store where we picked up a few snacks, wine, bread, then through a view winding streets, turned off the paved road on to a very rough muddy lane, with the occasional cottage on either side.</I></div> <div> <I>"Right here, " she said, leaning forward to tap the driver on the shoulder, "right here, stop," </I></div> <div> <I>All I could see was a thickly wooded area on both side of the lane, thick underbrush growing out to the lane, and a very rusty, old, small, ornate gate, also somewhat overgrown with wild roses.</I></div> <div> <I>"Where in the heck are we,? " I thought, as I got out first, paid the driver, she telling him to come back the next morning, but not too early.</I></div> <div> <I>"Come on," she said, heading for the little gate, which she unlocked with a key hidden behind the base of the wild entangled roses, and again locked behind us.  A short walk along a very overgrown stone walk, and there, a little stone cottage, red clay tile roof, and also overgrown with vines, unmaintained rose vines.  This cottage must have been well over a hundred years old, or more, but it was neatly painted white wherever possible for the plan growth close to it.  Closer to the cottage I could see that behind it, a small pond, and there, well trimmed plants, lawn, neatly arranged wooden garden furniture, grape arbor, a small gazebo, all well maintained.</I></div> <div> <I>"What is all this,?" I asked as she unlocked the door, and led me in,</I></div> <div> <I>"This is my sanctuary," she said, taking a deep, slow breath, as if completely at peace now, "I come here, to clear out any burdens I may carry. And NO, Carlo has never been here, and he does not know of it. As much as I care for him, he is also a burden I carry, and here burdens, problems don't exist."</I></div> <div> <I>I kept quiet, listening to her, looking around this little two room cottage, so neatly, colorfully, so warm and invitingly  decorated. They say that houses at times have a soul. Here I felt as though this cottage was welcoming me, I was completely relaxed and at ease as though I belonged. I could see where over several years she had remodeled, renovated, brought life back to it.</I></div> <div> <I>"Could you start the stove," she asked, lighting oil lamps, candles, "you, know, you are the only person I have ever brought here,"</I></div> <div> <I>"You've put a lot of yourself into it. I can see that, " I said, getting a fire started in the large ornate, cast iron stove. The day was quite warm, but in this stone cottage, the night would be much cooler and damp.</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes, and," she said, hesitating a bit, "but it lacked someone like you,"</I></div> <div> <I>"And what do you mean by that,?" I asked, not sure what she meant,</I></div> <div> <I>"You make me feel free in spirit," she said, somewhat choking on her words, "you put no demands on me, no judgment, no criticism, and by that, no  burden. Only giving and taking the moments as they are. Does that make sense,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Yes it does," I said, "makes perfect sense. Should I crack open a jar of wine?" teasingly,</I></div> <div> <I>"Of course," she said, "then let me show you," as I poured us each a glass,</I></div> <div> <I>"Here," she said, "a small cozy bedroom," swinging the door open, "and here the bathroom," with small vanity, toilet, and large, deep old style enameled tub, all decorated in the pastels shades for a garden.</I></div> <div> <I>"I'm going to fill the tub," she said, "hot bath really sounds nice, doesn't it,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Sounds great," I said, "but where does the hot water come from,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"That's the one luxury I had installed here," she said, "a propane fired water heater, which is on all the time."</I></div> <div> <I>After tearing off clothing down to our underwear, we sat at the tiny dining table, sipping our wine, talking, waiting for the large tub to fill.</I></div> <div> <I>There was a complete change in her here, I could see.  A very soft, sensual, warm glow in her face, a sparkle in her eyes, reflecting the light from the candles, moisture of pleased tears, as though no outside world existed. </I></div> <div> <I>"That from now until morning," she said, in a questioning tone, "if it sounds pleasing to you, ritual, ceremonial, slow, savoring each touch, sensual pleasing each other. Does that make any sense,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Makes perfect sense," I said, "I think our tub is about full," taking her hand, to lead the way, her glass in hand as she took the bottle also,</I></div> <div> <I>Steam rising from the tub, the cottage not quite completely warm yet, set our glasses and the bottle on the little stand by the tub, stripped off our underwear,</I></div> <div> <I>"You first," she said, as I lowered myself into the steamy hot water on the sloped side of the tub, thinking I knew what she wanted by my getting in first. </I></div> <div> <I>Then she slowly stepped into the tub, turned facing me, still standing, staring down at me for a few seconds.  "Ritual, ceremonial, she said," I thought, "then I will do just that," as I slid my hands slowly from beneath the water, along her legs, lingering along her thighs, to her tummy, and to a soft, firm grip on her hips, coaxing her to turn her back to me, and slowly guided her down to sit between my legs.  "I guessed right, this time," I thought, "the beginning of the ritual of sensual, foreplay," reaching one arm around her, tenderly caressing her breasts, handing her glass, then taking mine, hand slowly wandering down over her tummy, along her fleshy thigh, to spread wider, as she leaned back to my chest, savoring the gentle petting.</I></div> <div> <I>"Your hands seem to know," she whispered, "where, how and when I need the touch most, so soothing," She seemed to melt into my chest, slid slightly lower in the tub, her head just below my chin, the soft scent of her hair, a hint of arousal, her softness between my thighs, I could feel a slight erection pressing to her back, yet no urgency, just enjoying the reciprocal arousing feelings. Sipping on her wine, her free hand beneath the water petting my leg, almost hypnotic, as she was simply enjoying the touch, that touch that says, I'm glad you're here, I'm glad I'm here.  </I></div> <div> <I>Daylight had long passed, and now the only light, a few weakly flickering candles which made light, the shadows on the walls move. That warm glowing light of the candles to her, almost dreamlike, not real.  A sudden burst of lightning, then the thunder, pouring, windy rain beating on the small window, yet neither of us flinched to the crack of that thunder, almost as though it were a welcome, expected fanfare to a concert, only for us.</I></div> <div> <I>Every now and then a crack of sparks inside the stove from the damp wood. We didn't talk, just indulging, listening to the natural sounds surrounding us, feeling her heart beat to my chest, the subtle motion of her breathing to my body. Her hand to mine, guiding it gently along her thigh, between her thighs, over her tummy, lingering, to her breasts, back again, pressed, rubbing broad of my hand to her pussy, yet assuring with touch, linger here, but no haste. Her slow, gentle arousal, my aroused cock pressed tightly to her back, that she felt, pressing, rolling her back to it tighter. Pleasing each ourselves by the touch, pleasing each other with the touch. It seemed without thought we gradually slid lower into the tub, my reaching around her waist to dotingly stroking with gentle fingers amidst the furrows of rippled flesh beneath her mons veneris, which rose like tiny firm dimples, ridges, folds to my probing fingers, as if fondling between warm, wet folds of a freshly opened rosebud.  This was slowly becoming a silent, slow act of contortion, as she reached around behind her back, searching, groping, arching her back forward that she could get her hand around my erection poking in her back, and still we slid down lower into the tub, splashing water onto the floor from our now not so subtle exertion. We were somewhat tied in a knot, with my fingers probing in her twitching pussy, and her hand tightly gripped around my cock behind her back, yet not a word of arranging spoken, simply I was giving and taking between her thighs and she was feverishly taking what she had reached for, but I was beginning to realize what she was attempting, and I did have my doubts.  Fumbling, now much more animated, she slid herself up, trying to find the means, feet slipping in the tub, to get my cock between her thighs. How she managed I don't know, but, she slid herself, the cheeks of her ass spread, pressed down to my belly, between my thighs, crushed to the side of the tub, and my rigid cock now well between her thighs. But not without a few grunts and groans, more water sloshing from the tub as she maneuvered herself to that position, and a few crushing groans from me as she planted her ass on my gut. My hand she made sure it was now firmly planted to her breasts as she pressed and rubbed my stiff member between her hot mons veneris, exposing her clitty with her fingers, the head of my cock to massage its erect little nub. The more I fondled her breasts, the more energetic she became, lurching forward, eagerly, rapidly flipping my cock back and forth across her clitty, quivering at times as she hit the spots which brought her higher. Our glasses of wine long forgotten, set aside, both hands now sprightly kneading her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers, again molding my hands to her tender flesh. Some candles we had doused with the splashing water, the few remaining barely enough light, it wasn't needed, her back and tender ass in motion, lit from time to time as by a strobe light, by the lighting from the storm. The more aggressively she pressed, raked, ground my pulsating erection between, around over to her hard little clit the more she slowly doubled over, leaning into her labors.  Each violent crack of thunder seemed to drive her higher, shivering as she pounded the tender head of my cock to her clitty, yet struggling , to find the means to force it in her needing depths, yet at odds whether to her clit or to her inner heat. Each pass she made as if to drive it in her, my erection more and more wanting for her inner heat. Her hands as well, so energetically fondling my balls, I knew I could not endure much more, and I knew she was nearing her withholding, yet still clinging to that moment just before the final eruption.  One hand firmly to the edge of the tub, yet tightly clinging with her other hand to my stiff member, she struggled, leaning forward farther, somehow to her knees, pulling me up with her, wrestling, to guide my cock to her, in her, thrusting her ass back towards my groin that I know, drive it in to your limits. Braced well on the end of the tub, her free hand wrapped tightly around my balls, as leverage I felt, that I dare not withdraw, grinding, rolling her hips, the soft flesh of her ass moulding to my groin, not one word spoken still, the only sounds of soft moaning, more water splashing to the floor to her rocking thighs, the thunder, the moist sounds of my hands ardently, greedily, squashing her breasts to her greater delight.  Nature's display, and a few weak candles for light, nature's orchestration, our sounds of pleasuring, sloshing water the only sounds, now as though we were no longer in the real world. Feverishly one hand she freed, taking my one hand from her breast, planting it to the cheek of her ass, then again, with urgent trembling hand, guiding my hand to her ass.  Nothing said, she was beyond words, as I drove my thumb deep into her butt, withdrew, and deeper in her yet to her sudden, explosive, quacking thrusts with her ass to my groin.  I could burden no more, rammed my cock in to its limit, and beyond I felt as I came to her eruptive orgasm, I was certain I had been struck by the lightning from outside.  Such a blinding flash ran though my body, my mind as her smoldering inner heat was sucking every last drop of life's juices from within me. Her orgasm juices poured from within her, around my cock, down her thigh, shimmering to the occasional lightning, the scent of which I was convinced was as musky ginger lingering to me. If she felt half of what I felt, it must have been tremendous. Every hot, scolding fleshy ripple within her depths was rasping along the tender head of my cock that I was convinced it had been skinned to raw flesh.</I></div> <div> <I>"Don-n-n-nt mm-move," she weakly whispered, "j-j-jus-sst stttay like that," in a trembling, shivering voice, as I could feel her hot inner muscles flexing along the length of my diminishing cock. Our bath water, now cold, most on the floor, the storm outside passing into the distance, only one weak candle flickering a warm glowing light on us, yet she continued, delicately fondling my balls, as I caressed, massaged her back, following with leisurely hands along her sides, to the soft fleshy cheeks of her ass, again along her waist, along her back, coming down so slowly from where we had just been.  </I></div> <div> <I>"We better get out of this cold water," I said, softly, "don't you think,?", not really wanting to withdraw what was left of a proud, invading cock.</I></div> <div> <I>"I think you're right," she said, also not making a lot of effort to have me retreat, "but you know what, I have to tell you,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"What,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"Nothing," she whispered, shaking her head, "it's not important," now, us both standing in the pools of water on that cold floor, drying off, </I></div> <div> <I>"Turn around," I said as I coaxed her to dry her back. There is something very sensually arousing in that, as if woman says, "I trust you completely," as well as appreciating the attention, or perhaps the touch we tend to neglect most times.  She made no effort to move, well dried off, yet still languishing in my  symbolic drying.</I></div> <div> <I>"I have to tell you," she said, "it's not fair not to," </I></div> <div> <I>I knew if I didn't pursue the issue before, she would tell me when she felt comfortable telling me what was bothering her.</I></div> <div> <I>"Tell me what,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"I was pretending you were Carlo before he had the accident," she said in a choking tone, "I couldn't help it.  Only God knows how I love him, and every day wish I could share these pleasures with him. But I get these burning needs, and I would go insane if," </I></div> <div> <I>"And if I could," I said, "I would wish for him exactly that, and I would gladly walk away and not look back," and, yes, I meant every word of that, because I have never been one to want any woman who loved another, but here, I was caught, filling a painful void. </I></div> <div> <I>"I believe you," she said, barely able to speak, "I know you would, and that is why Carlo also trusts you.  That is why he suggested we come here."</I></div> <div> <I>"Well then," I said, "why don't you just continue to pretend that I am Carlo, and everything here is between you and Carlo."</I></div> <div> <I>"That doesn't bother you," as we picked up our glasses, bottle of wine, started back into the main room of the cottage, to the old sofa by the stove, where it was much warmer.</I></div> <div> <I>"No it doesn't. It would only bother me if you were here out of vengeance or anger."</I></div> <div> <I>"I am here with you because I am starved, aching for intimate passion, which is what Carlo no longer has.  His touch is that of a caring brother, not a desiring husband. Can you understand that,?"</I></div> <div> <I>"No I can't, and I hope I never know that feeling,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Then don't stop desiring me, don't stop touching me, don't stop filling me with all of what you feel." she said, again more cheery after having told me that what I had already guessed, then back to cuddling. "How could I not desire her,?" I thought, "such a warm, desiring woman wanting only to be loved, made love to, as any healthy, sensual woman,"</I></div> <div> <I>Her hand delicately  fondling my limp cock, not as haste to achieve, rather as though a petting of something which pleased her.  My thoughts were more, and with good reason.  It was now hoping that I would rise to the occasion proudly by her caressing, gently fondling, that she knew it was desire, and not merely a service rendered, which it defiantly wasn't.  I was getting just as much pleasure from this night as I hoped she was. </I></div> <div> <I>We sat there, cuddling, sipping wine, talking about music, entertaining, storms, the relaxing tranquility after violent storms.  Having completely ignored her tender hand petting, stroking my cock, it wasn't too much longer her hand was firmly wrapped around another staunch erection.</I></div> <div> <I>"It feels so salacious, the warm throbbing in my palm," she said, staring at my erection in her hand. "just holding it sends warm, stirring rushes throughout my body, knowing I brought it to awaken again,"</I></div> <div> <I>"Well," I said, with a slight lecherous grin, "you have definitely awakened it again,", setting her glass to the side, and I did the same, knowing she was not letting this go to wither without help from her. Her touch was a proud, pleased touch, self satisfying stroking, at times gripping very firmly, as to reassure, or perhaps the pleasure of its rigidness, with her shoulder pressed to my chest that I could only fondle, knead the tender flesh along her waist and ass.  Hers was an intentional blocking of my movement, and so I let her please herself to whatever end she wished. "Why protest," I thought,  as she pressed me gradually lower to recline, nothing said, only the gentle weight of her warm body to mine. Her ribs now pressed tightly to my belly, I could only see her back, caressing her waist, barely reach to touch her ass by her contorted pose. Her hands now securely, wrapped around my throbbing cock, brushing her hair along its tender crest.</I></div> <div> <I>"yeeoowww," I thought, I can't take too much of this without first doing something for her pleasure. </I></div> <div> <I>She must have felt my tension, trying to hold back, feeling the drips of prelude juices in her hand, which she seemed to fondle to my cock as some sort of mild conquest, prize, somehow untangled herself from that pose, yet not once releasing grip on my cock, swung herself around , kneeling across my chest, head rested, pressed to my thigh, thighs spread graciously to either side of my face.  Even in this room, lit only by the glow from the stove, a few flickering candles, I could see the sparkling of her nectars seeping from between her swollen mounds of veneris, the luster of moisture reflecting the warm glow of light along her inner thigh.  I momentarily let slip the thoughts of pleasure she was giving me, to firmly grasp her hot, damp thighs to pull her luscious, enticing, dripping hot pussy to my lips, to my tongue that I might indulge to her pleasure and mine between these quivering, hungry thighs. It didn't take much coaxing to get her pussy to my probing tongue, her eager clitty to my searching lips, with her scorching, soft, wet pussy voraciously, yet so slowly grinding, to my lips.  I could feel her hands tightly gripped around my cock, rubbing it to her cheeks, her breasts pressed tightly, rolling, rubbing on my belly, such damp, arousing heat she radiated. By her firm anxious, fondling, teasing my cock with her cheeks, lips, hair, I felt I knew where she was wanting to go.  It was to me the delicious task was laid.  That I devour, lavish, feast between her thighs, with groping tongue as I could reach into her dripping hot depths until she was beyond control, and take me with her.  Each uncontrolled flinch I made, she eased her play on my cock, yet drove her higher, with rapacious, aggressive  grinding of her clitty to my lips. Her hot juices oozing down along my cheeks, the sweet, hot, musky ginger aromas all around me, driving me to beyond control. This wonderful uninhibited lust, hot wet spread flesh to my lips, around my tongue by her rolling hips, her weight to my chin, it was for her, by her. She knew, she felt to each balk of mine, she put my thoughts back on her with her rocking hips that I hold off just a little longer and take her just a bit closer. It was a mutual crescendo of lust, conducted, directed by her desire for shared orgasm. Wisdom and perception had taught me, give all you can, forget self, don't lead, don't follow, be one. Go eagerly to where she guides, avoid what she rejects, it must be sensed, not time, no means for words to guide. Her clitty now, as she had divined, eagerly sucked between my lips, my relentless flickering tongue to its tender base, holding tightly her gyrating thighs that I not loose contact with her quivering jewel, she quickly raised herself to upright, hands pressed deep into my belly, grinding her glowing, drenched pulsating pussy to my efforts. Each firm, rapid flicker of my tongue to her clitty sent sporadic shudders from her thighs to her kneading hands on my belly and back again. This was no time to recede I thought, if it was the final valiant act of suffocated man, I would not surrender until she decides. As suddenly as she raised to upright she threw herself back, between my thighs, hands tightly, with such fury, grasped my cock, sucking on it as to drain all life from me.  Her pussy, convulsing, lathering to my lips with such demand, frenzy, pounding as she came to my release, to her release, the flood of her sweet torrid secretion blinding me in discomfort and in passionate pleasure. Her breasts rolling in the sweat of raging lust on my belly, it seemed as much an added pleasure to her, as it was for me, hot, wet, tender flesh to flesh, smothered in the steaming aromas from us, around us. </I></div> <div> <I>Now only the soft squashing sounds of her as she spread her legs, straightened, slowly slid her drenched pussy from my lips to rest on my chest, gently petting my receding,  soggy cock.</I></div> <div> <I>"Are you OK,?" she slurred, "I guess I got a bit carried away,"</I></div> <div> <I>"I couldn't be better," I said, still slobbering from her delicious release, "but I do believe I am drained, and so are you,"</I></div> <div> <I>"That was," she said weakly,"I don't know, beyond words. Trembling inside, outside, to weak to move. Keep doing that, it feels good." Slowly, lightly petting, running my hands from her thighs, over the cheeks of her ass, along her back, and  back again, almost unconsciously. It was relaxing to me as well, her warm, moist trembling body to my touch.</I></div> <div> <I> </I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>    </I></div> <div> <I>to be continued / </I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I> <A NAME="english_translation_of_recital_"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></I><I>English Translation of Recital;</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Love letters, my love, are at heart ridiculous.  </I></div> <div> <I>Love letters, when there is love, are always ridiculous. </I></div> <div> <I> </I></div> <div> <I>Because those who love each other, if truly love each other,</I></div> <div> <I>they say and  write ridiculous things.  </I></div> <div> <I> </I></div> <div> <I>Because love, true love, </I></div> <div> <I>makes you think  in a ridiculous form, </I></div> <div> <I>and it finally turns  you into  a ridiculous person.  </I></div> <div> <I> </I></div> <div> <I>But, who has sometimes not been ridiculous?. </I></div> <div> <I>Who has not said I love you, I adore you, my sky, my sun, </I></div> <div> <I>and has supplicated up to ridiculousness?.  </I></div> <div> <I> </I></div> <div> <I>Plebeian or gentleman, wise or brute, </I></div> <div> <I>in love matters they are all ridiculous.  </I></div> <div> <I> </I></div> <div> <I>Only those that  have never loved, </I></div> <div> <I>those that have never believed, </I></div> <div> <I>have been saved from ridiculous gestures.  </I></div> <div> <I> </I></div> <div> <I>Those that by fear to ridiculousness , </I></div> <div> <I>say that love is something ridiculous, </I></div> <div> <I>and thus live, in their ridiculous world, </I></div> <div> <I>all together, without any love, </I></div> <div> <I>trapped within ridiculous objects and  projects, </I></div> <div> <I>making ridiculous speeches , </I></div> <div> <I>behaving in a ridiculous way, </I></div> <div> <I>boasting of their ridiculous machismo, </I></div> <div> <I>ridiculing  love with ridiculous arguments.  </I></div> <div> <I> </I></div> <div> <I>But love is wise, is not foolish, </I></div> <div> <I>it never nests in ridiculous thoughts, </I></div> <div> <I>it subtilizes upon its ridiculous ideals, </I></div> <div> <I>and it only settles on ridiculous hearts, </I></div> <div> <I>like yours and mine, </I></div> <div> <I>that never get tired of being ridiculous.</I></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="#_nora_top" TITLE="Nora"><U><I>Back to Top ^</I></U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I> <embed src="HTMLobj-451/RecitadosGianFrancoPagliaroLasCartasDeAmor.wav" autostart="true" width="145" height="70">  </I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I> <A NAME="si_me_faltaras_tú"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></I><I>SI ME FALTARAS TÚ</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>De todo lo que pasa en el mundo </I></div> <div> <I>sólo me importa lo que te pasa a ti. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Tú eres para mí, más importante </I></div> <div> <I>que el destino de la tierra, </I></div> <div> <I>más importante que el porvenir del hombre. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Ninguna causa, ninguna idea, </I></div> <div> <I>ninguna utopía ... me haría renunciar a ti. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>En el fondo, poco me importa </I></div> <div> <I>si el agujero de ozono se agranda </I></div> <div> <I>o si la humanidad desaparece dentro de cien años. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>De nada sirvieron las palabras de los sabios, </I></div> <div> <I>ni los milagros de los santos. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>No se pudo evitar una sola guerra, </I></div> <div> <I>un sólo sufrimiento, </I></div> <div> <I>una sola injusticia en este mundo </I></div> <div> <I>desde que el mundo es mundo. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Y yo que apenas soy un hombre que te ama, </I></div> <div> <I>¿qué puedo hacer...? </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Me dirás que soy un egoísta ... tal vez, </I></div> <div> <I>que me preocupa sólo mi dicha ... es cierto. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Pero mi dicha, lo sabes ... eres tú </I></div> <div> <I>y todo lo que te pasa me preocupa, </I></div> <div> <I>todo el resto no cuenta, no sirve, </I></div> <div> <I>no vale una sola sonrisa tuya. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Si no te tengo, si algo llegara a sucederte, </I></div> <div> <I>si por algún motivo dejaras de amarme, </I></div> <div> <I>para mí sería el fin del mundo, </I></div> <div> <I>de un mundo que sólo tú lo justificas, </I></div> <div> <I>que sólo tu le das sentido. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Ningún esfuerzo valdría la pena, </I></div> <div> <I>ningún Dios me devolvería tu alma, </I></div> <div> <I>ninguna mujer me daría tu amor, el mismo amor, </I></div> <div> <I>ninguna razón sería suficiente </I></div> <div> <I>para seguir vivo, si de pronto, </I></div> <div> <I>si por algún motivo, me faltaras tú ... amor mío. </I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>(Gian Franco Pagliaro) </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>PODRÍA DECIRTE TANTAS COSAS</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Podría decirte ... </I></div> <div> <I>que me entretuve con la vida en el camino, </I></div> <div> <I>que me encontré con un recuerdo de la infancia, </I></div> <div> <I>que fui detrás de un cometa y se hizo tarde, </I></div> <div> <I>que me perdí entre diez mil manifestantes. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Podría decirte ... </I></div> <div> <I>que un viejo amigo me invitó a ver el alba, </I></div> <div> <I>que estuve hablando de negocios con el diablo, </I></div> <div> <I>que casi casi ... vendo el alma por la gloria ... </I></div> <div> <I>pero al final ... solo tomamos un café. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Podría decirte ... tantas mentiras! </I></div> <div> <I>algunas tontas, </I></div> <div> <I>otras no tanto, </I></div> <div> <I>otras piadosas, </I></div> <div> <I>otras muy lindas, </I></div> <div> <I>y algunas más para quedar bien. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Y tu ... amor mio ...igual que siempre ... </I></div> <div> <I>me creerías, porque me amas. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Pero esta vez ... sinceramente ... </I></div> <div> <I>quiero que sepas ... </I></div> <div> <I>que te fui infiel. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Podría decirte ... </I></div> <div> <I>que tuve un día de esos que no veo salidas, </I></div> <div> <I>que fui a un bar y me bebí toda mi angustia, </I></div> <div> <I>que me sedujo una mujer sin apellido, </I></div> <div> <I>que no recuerdo ... ni el color de su cabello. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Podría decirte ... </I></div> <div> <I>que fue tan solo una aventura de mi cuerpo, </I></div> <div> <I>que fui una victima del frio de la noche, </I></div> <div> <I>que al fin y al cabo ... soy un hombre como tantos ... </I></div> <div> <I>¿Quién no engañó a su mujer alguna vez?. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Podría decirte ... tantas mentiras! </I></div> <div> <I>algunas tontas, </I></div> <div> <I>otras no tanto, </I></div> <div> <I>otras piadosas, </I></div> <div> <I>otras muy lindas, </I></div> <div> <I>y algunas más para quedar bien. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Y tu ... amor mio ... igual que siempre ... </I></div> <div> <I>me creerías, porque me amas. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Pero esta vez ... sinceramente ... </I></div> <div> <I>quiero que sepas ... </I></div> <div> <I>que me enamoré. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>(Gian Franco Pagliaro) </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Puedo escribir</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. </I></div> <div> <I>Escribir, por ejemplo: " La noche está estrellada, </I></div> <div> <I>y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos". </I></div> <div> <I>El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. </I></div> <div> <I>Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. </I></div> <div> <I>Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso. </I></div> <div> <I>En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos. </I></div> <div> <I>La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito. </I></div> <div> <I>Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería. </I></div> <div> <I>Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos. </I></div> <div> <I>Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. </I></div> <div> <I>Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido. </I></div> <div> <I>Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella. </I></div> <div> <I>Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío. </I></div> <div> <I>Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla. </I></div> <div> <I>La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo. </I></div> <div> <I>Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos. </I></div> <div> <I>Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido. </I></div> <div> <I>Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca. </I></div> <div> <I>Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo. </I></div> <div> <I>La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles. </I></div> <div> <I>Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos. </I></div> <div> <I>Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise. </I></div> <div> <I>Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído. </I></div> <div> <I>De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos. </I></div> <div> <I>Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos. </I></div> <div> <I>Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. </I></div> <div> <I>Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido. </I></div> <div> <I>Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos, </I></div> <div> <I>mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido. </I></div> <div> <I>Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa, </I></div> <div> <I>y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo. </I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>(Pablo Neruda) </I></div> <div> <I>(Voz de Gian Franco Pagliaro) </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Hoy, en el día de cualquier año,</I></div> <div> <I>en el año de cualquier siglo, </I></div> <div> <I>en mis plenas facultades mentales y físicas</I></div> <div> <I>y asumiendo cuanto vivo y escribo ...</I></div> <div> <I>declaro, que me declaro culpable. </I></div> <div> <I>Culpable de todo lo que no hice, </I></div> <div> <I>de todo lo que no he visto ni oído,</I></div> <div> <I>de las palabras que no dije a tiempo </I></div> <div> <I>y de las otras, que nunca aprendí. </I></div> <div> <I>Me preocupé por cosas que jamás sucedieron </I></div> <div> <I>y pasé gran parte de mi vida</I></div> <div> <I>en sitios equivocados, </I></div> <div> <I>en horas equivocadas, con gente equivocada. </I></div> <div> <I>Declaro, que llegué tarde a todas las citas, </I></div> <div> <I>que no estuve nunca antes en ninguna parte, </I></div> <div> <I>que encontré la primavera florecida, </I></div> <div> <I>la tierra repartida y el cielo prometido. </I></div> <div> <I>Que todo lo que tengo es menos de lo que me falta, </I></div> <div> <I>que lo que creía, no lo creí después</I></div> <div> <I>y que cometí el peor de los errores: </I></div> <div> <I>soñé en un mundo de pesadillas. </I></div> <div> <I>Declaro también, que no hay nada más cierto </I></div> <div> <I>que nuestro pasar por la vida, </I></div> <div> <I>ni nada más falso que nuestra vida al pasar. </I></div> <div> <I>Que es feliz aquel que no quiere nada, </I></div> <div> <I>que no sabe nada, que no se pregunta nada</I></div> <div> <I>y que no se da cuenta de nada. </I></div> <div> <I>Que de una mano temblorosa </I></div> <div> <I>puede caerse el amor que hay en ella, </I></div> <div> <I>que todo lo que no se da, no se acumula, se pierde. </I></div> <div> <I>Que todos somos al fin y al cabo esclavos </I></div> <div> <I>de algún vicio o de alguna virtud. </I></div> <div> <I>Que he sido fiel solamente a mis dudas </I></div> <div> <I>y que el hombre más libre que conocí </I></div> <div> <I>iba atado al corazón de una mujer.</I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>Gian Franco Pagliaro</I></div> <bR> <div> <I> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="804" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="VOID" RULES="NONE" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER HEIGHT= 20 WIDTH="26"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="20" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="26" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER WIDTH="741"><div> <I>Estoy solo</I><I> </I></div> </tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER WIDTH="27"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="20" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="27" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></tD> </tR> <tR> <tD VALIGN=CENTER HEIGHT= 673 WIDTH="26"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="673" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="26" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER WIDTH="741"><div> <I>Estoy solo, </I></div> <div> <I>estoy solo y parado en ésta esquina sin esperar a nadie.</I></div> <div> <I>Estoy solo, </I></div> <div> <I>estoy solo en esta gran ciudad llena de gente </I></div> <div> <I>sola que va y viene sin mirarse siquiera.</I></div> <div> <I>O</I><I> </I><I>jala pase algún amigo, un pariente, un conocido, </I></div> <div> <I>alguien a quien contarle mis penas, </I></div> <div> <I>alguien que sepa de tristezas y sinsabores, </I></div> <div> <I>no uno de esos tarados a sueldo del optimismo, </I></div> <div> <I>que se ríen de todo, todo el tiempo.</I></div> <div> <I>Si no cuento lo que pasa no sé que va a pasar.</I></div> <div> <I>¿No hay nadie que quiera oír lo que me pasa?.</I></div> <div> <I>¿A nadie le interesa una cursi, anónima historia de amor?</I></div> <div> <I>A quién le va a importar.</I></div> <div> <I>A quién le va a importar, si no te importa a ti, </I></div> <div> <I>que me dices adiós amándome aún, </I></div> <div> <I>que renuncias al hoy por pensar en el mañana, </I></div> <div> <I>que abandonas la fiesta antes que termine, </I></div> <div> <I>que cierras el libro antes de la última página,</I></div> <div> <I>que tiraste las flores del jarrón </I></div> <div> <I>antes que se marchitaran.</I></div> <div> <I>¿Quién te entiende?. ¿Quién puede entenderte?.</I></div> <div> <I>De qué te sirve la libertad si no sabes dónde está el norte?.</I></div> <div> <I>Si nunca supiste dónde estás parada.</I></div> <div> <I>De qué futuro me hablas, si no sé que va a pasar más tarde.</I></div> <div> <I>Estás loca, </I></div> <div> <I>y yo más loco todavía porque estoy hablando solo</I></div> <div> <I>y parado en esta esquina.</I></div> <div> <I>Estás loca, </I></div> <div> <I>me dejas porque quieres estas sola, </I></div> <div> <I>me dejas porque no tengo planes para ti, </I></div> <div> <I>y por lo visto tu tampoco.</I></div> <div> <I>Te vas , para ir a ninguna parte.</I></div> <div> <I>¿Quién te entiende?. </I></div> <div> <I>¿Quién diablo te puede entender?. </I></div> <div> <I>Estás loca.</I></div> </tD> <tD VALIGN=CENTER WIDTH="27"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="673" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="27" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></tD> </tR> </TABLE></I></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="#nora" TITLE="Nora"><U><I>Back < < </I></U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>