HNT - 14

She was transfixed by his lustful gaze, his hand around his bulge, his open shirt and undone tye, standing against the wall in front of her, she opened her thighs… she knew in that instant that all she wanted was him, madly..

After a while you learn

Kirsti Hunter

Here is another great poem that speaks a lot to me.  I found it on Kimberly Gray's blog, Tumblr (via middleofgray), she is worth the visit, please have a look at: http://mygrayline.blogspot.com/

After a while you learn

The subtle difference between

Holding a hand and chaining a soul

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning

And company doesn't always mean security.

And you begin to learn

That kisses aren't contracts

And presents aren't promises

And you begin to accept your defeats

With your head up and your eyes ahead

With the grace of a woman

Not the grief of a child

And you learn

To build all your roads on today

Because tomorrow's ground is

Too uncertain for plans

And futures have a way

Of falling down in mid flight

After a while you learn

That even sunshine burns if you get too much

So you plant your own garden

And decorate your own soul

Instead of waiting

For someone to bring you flowers

And you learn

That you really can endure

That you are really strong

And you really do have worth

And you learn and you learn

With every good bye you learn

Veronica A. Shoffstall

It is the translation of following poem by Jorge Luis Borges

Después de un tiempo,

uno aprende la sutil diferencia

entre sostener una mano

y encadenar un alma,

y uno aprende que el amor

no significa acostarse

y una compañía no significa seguridad

y uno empieza a aprender.

Que los besos no son contratos

y los regalos no son promesas

y uno empieza a aceptar sus derrotas

con la cabeza alta y los ojos abiertos

y uno aprende a construir todos sus caminos en el hoy,

porque el terreno de mañana

es demasiado inseguro para planes...

y los futuros tienen una forma de caerse en la mitad.

Y después de un tiempo

uno aprende que si es demasiado,

hasta el calorcito del sol quema.

Así que uno planta su propio jardín

y decora su propia alma, en lugar

de esperar a que alguien le traiga flores.

Y uno aprende que realmente puede aguantar,

que uno realmente es fuerte,

que uno realmente vale, y uno aprende y aprende...

y con cada día uno aprende.

You start dying

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You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.

You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.

You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths...
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don't know.

You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.

You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice..."

Pablo Neruda

HNT - Je ne veux pas travailler

Late Friday Fill-In

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1. Music is an important part of my life, but sometimes I prefer silence, or the sounds of nature.


2. For instance, bird song is what I like first thing in the morning. Then, once I am fully awake and in my car, I listen to my favourite play list.

3. The first thing I said this morning was: Hello, No thanks, I’m not interested, you are about the 50th person calling for the same thing.

4. Thai food; it's what's for dinner tonight.

5. It's all been mixed feelings.

6. Indulging in a nice brunch, and having a back massage, reading on the couch, having a good laugh is what I feel like doing right now.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to having dinner with my best friend, tomorrow my plans include going to the movies and Sunday, getting ready for my return to work.

Dirty Old Man

Our landlord is 70 year old.  Upon our arrival, we were invited for a drink and introduced to his family.

His wife and family have since been away for the week. Every day, he finds an excuse for ringing at the door. He likes to give me a cucumber or a zucchini - you should have seen the children's disgust! No need to have studied Freud to understand what he means, or do we have dirty minds when we wonder why a cucumber or a zucchini, or even an unripe plum!!!.

He has a bad breath, strange toes, is half bald and wears glasses, he is 70 after all. One day, he rang three times. “If you want to have a drink, I’m there, I’m waiting…” I did it once, at the beginning, he took every opportunity to touch my bare skin.  Since then, I’m always elusive or tell him we won’t be around. Doesn’t he get my message? Is it only hospitality, or is he a dirty old man?

Lately, we had an invasion of ants in the kitchen, he came by to check. He touched my arm and said he would take care of it, spray a little here and there… I cringed in horror and disengaged myself from his grip.

He has invited himself twice, cooking fish and bringing this very strong alcohol made with either rose petals, or orange rinds, mint leaves or carob seeds, or plumbs (slivoviz). The children made faces in his back, did silly comments when he was not listening, I had to make efforts not to laugh while listening to him. He has told us the same story three times already, so I think he is a little senile, but he always manages to touch me, my arm, my shoulder, my back. I mentioned my husband, he quivered. “Are you married? Yes, I am!” Ten minutes later, he was gone. The children asked with a grin “what would you have done if he tried to kiss you with his bad breath?” Well, I would never have let it go so far, and I prefer to believe it was just pure hospitality *ahem!*.  After that, I went for a strong cocktail!

On a more positive note, the view from our balcony.

Highway Blues

We had been on our way for about 1 1/2 hour when the air conditioning broke down and hot air was blowing in the already warm car. Three teenagers and myself, listening to AC/DC, Offspring, Muse, Red Hot Chilly Peppers, merely enacting a scene from Wayne’s World  (don't you just love me with long blond hair and black glasses?), in a mobile oven. At this point, we had to open the windows to be able to breathe, the hot air blowing our hair straight back. What a family of loonies!

Glacier above the Mont-Blanc tunnel

After coming out of the Mont-Blanc tunnel, the GPS was “calculating…. calculating…. calculating”. Ha!, obviously, it got lost! Once we were stuck in a miles long traffic jam on the highway in Italy, it told us to “turn left!”  “turn left… calculating… TURN RIGHT!!!” Turn right? And drive into the wall? Are you kidding? “TURN RIGHT!!! TURN LEFT… TURN AROUND!!! MAKE A U-TURN!!!! Calculating! calculating… calculating…. TURN AROUND!!!” WTF!!!, I took the stupid device and threw it in the back of the car, if this damn thing cannot even tell us to go straight, it is bloody useless!!!!

If this were not enough, as we reached the Milano - Venice area, the beautiful sky that I kept comparing to those of a Canaletto or a Tintoretto painting erupted into the hugest storm we had experienced in a long time, to the point where we had to stop under a bridge to avoid hailstones the size of quail eggs.

Some "strange" adds along the highway

Shortly, it took us 21 hours to reach our destination, a village on the Croatian seaside. By mid afternoon, we were on the pebble beach, and in the……. OH.MY.GOD! F****G ICE COLD water!!!  (Please, excuse my French!)  My pussy was deep frozen in less than two minutes! The heat was definitely turned off for two weeks! :(       LOL!