jeudi 28 février 2013

A finger


I would love to be a finger, a finger on your lips...
I would caress your lips so gently, 
My caress would be like a kiss, like a kiss on your lips..

I would love to share with you such an intimacy
That I could caress and kiss you lips without saying a single word...
I desire your wet body, I desire your beauty, I desire your lips and your chest,

I would love to be this finger, so close, so intimate, this finger caressing your lips...

Haunting face


When I look at your beautiful face, when I look into your eyes, into your soul,
I feel I have to tell the truth, I feel I should tell what matters really, what is true for me...
I love you, because I am unable to love someone else than a cute boy....

A cute boy is for me a landscape and an horizon, an ocean and a mainland,
A remote island, a part of my life, of my story, deeply buried into my soul and my memory...

You are so beautiful that you are an horizon and a future, you are hope for me...
Somewhere, in this world, during my short life time, there is a beauty such as yours,
A beauty that inspires me eternity, perfection, ever lasting love, beyond soul and body...

Blue eyes boy


I am in love with you, with your self-pic...
I am in love with your blond hairs and you blue eyes,
I love your pink lips, half open, about to speak or to breathe...

I am in love with you because you are perfection and grace,
You are so beautiful that it hurts to look at you...
I hope to be loved by you as much as I love you,

In a future life, in a life where a man could meet the boy he loves...

Adolescence


You have the charm and beauty of boys at the peak of youth,
Of blossoming boys at the spring of their life,
Of blossoming boys when they feel and inspire so many desires...

Looking at you is caressing a golden skin with the tip of my fingers,
Looking at you is loosing myself in the deep of your eyes, on the surface of your lips,
Looking at you is dreaming about impossible love, but nothing is impossible for a dreamer...


mercredi 27 février 2013

Critios


Critios, my cute ephebe, I am so happy we meet again...
Critios, my love, do you remember how deeply I loved you ?
You were training in Athens' gymnasia, 
You were playing and fighting, and running and jumping,
And I was in love, so much in love, admiring your beauty, your youth..

Critios, my love, do you remember our first night together, how we played the games of Eros,
Do you remember the embraces and the struggle of two lovers sharing their souls and their bodies,
There were no border, no limit, we were one soul, one body,
While we were making love together, in the deep of the night, in the deep of our bed...

I still feel the warmth of your lips, the sweat of your chest,
I still feel your legs and your arms in the deep of our embraces,
I still share my breathe with yours, and my eyes are looking at your soul,
While you sing the immemorial song of boys loved by an older man...


Critios, my loved ephebe, my cute boy friend I never forgot...
I am so happy I met you again, in Athens Akropolis Museum, 
After so many lives I lived without you,
So many lives I was unable to forget you...

You are the boy I love since centuries, 
You are curves and shades, you are sensuality and geometry,
You are a dream and an ideal, you are now a marble statue,
But you are still the boy I loved so much, the boy I love for ever...

I still feel the warmth of your body, I still taste your wet lips,
And I caress the curve of your butt, so sweet, so deep,
And breathe I share with your mouth,
And eternity I share with you, in the pleasure a man and his loved boy can reach together...

Gay marriage


I want to be your bride for ever, for ever to be your boy friend,
I want to share with you my thoughts and my dreams, my days and my nights,
I want to share with you my soul and by body, my past and my future,
I want to be one with the boy I love 

Waiting...


Perhaps you are waiting for me as much as I am waiting for you,
You, the boy of my dreams, the boy I would dream to love...
Perhaps you are waiting for a loving word, for a loving gaze,
I am dreaming about the boy I would love so much...

Are you the soul mate I dream so much to meet ? 
Are you the voice I listen to in my dreams, are you the body I feel the warmth so close to mine ? 
We did not meet yet, but I know you, you are the boy of my dreams...
Please don't vanish yet, please wait for me, don't vanish with my dream....

Contemplation


I am the viewer,
You are the landscape...

Photograph by B.A.
Les diagonales du temps

A boy's face


Looking at a boy's face is at the same time a question and its answer
Could I look into his eyes, could I look at him without ever being tired.. ?
What could I share with this boy ? What would he like to share with me ?

To Sleep



O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
      Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
      Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
      In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws
      Around my bed its lulling charities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes,—
      Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
      Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.

John Keats

mardi 26 février 2013

Beauty


Beauty is in the eye of the viewer...
Sometimes, it is in the face of the boy you look at too...

Sensuality


Eyes or lips...
When lips are half open, eyes should be closed,
When eyes are wide open, lips should be hidden...
Choose what you love the most, my eyes or my lips....

Ragazzo

photograph by Bernard Alapetite (Florence 1985)

You are a boy, a golden boy, as golden as the sun over the Tuscany hills,
You are sensual, sensual as a Napolitan song under the moonlight...
You are young, young like a wild animal one would dream to be loved by...
You are in Roma, or in Firenze, or in Pisa ?
You are an icon, you are the ragazzo Pasolini dreamt to meet,
You are a Napolitan song, you are a wild animal, beauty, sun,
You are an Italian teen boy...

Smile


A smile is like a sun, it is pure light...
A flower is like a smile, it is pure beauty...
A teen boy's face is a sun and a flower,
So much light, so much beauty...

Opening


Youth, Life, Beauty...
The main thing is the present time...
Carpe diem...
Breathe deep, be focussed,
There is the sun and the sea,
There is a space in between,
A space to be free,
There are friends to play with,
There is a ball, I guess, a ball to catch...

Youth, Life, Beauty...