samedi 9 mars 2013

Blue eyes, Blue jeans


Why are you looking at me ?


Antique scènes


I dream about ancient Greece, about its gyms and its palestras, 
About its ephebes and their shining beauty,
I dream about a lost paradise, about the age of innocence,
I dream about a culture of love and beauty,
When nude boys were admired by gods and men,
When nude boys were desired even by the marble stones of the temples...

I miss this culture of love and beauty, of youth and desire...

Boys from Taormina


It was so long ago... the end of XIXth, the edge of the XXth century...
The magic of Wilhelm von Gloeden's camera obscura made you young forever...
Young and cute you are, garçons en fleurs, antique mirages dreamt by a man who loved beauty...

You are still today beauty and charm, seduction and perfection...
Who could fight against the beauty of your eyes, against your blossoming youth ? 

An Ode to Kristof


In 2006, you were one of the stars of 19nitten, and I am still under the charm of your angelic face
You were not a real boy, but a dream, 
the dream of Botticelli or Rafael, of Michelangelo and Leonardo da Vinci
You had the long blond hairs, the pensive and quiet face of an angel


Sweet and gentle was your face, you were a music for my eyes, a dream for my heart
And I still remember fondly your charm and expressiveness


Deep, deep, so deep were you blue eyes, deep like the sky over the Russian wilderness,
Deep, blue and deep, your eyes were an Ocean of beauty to dive in...



Even the sunlight was in love with your face and your beautiful body,
And with their golden fingers, sunrays caressed your face and played with your hairs...



I know we already met, I know I love you since ever, 
I know I belong to you, forever I will follow you
Waiting for a word, waiting for a glance from you


You are my prince, you are my angel, you are my Tadzio, you are my dream
Forever I will love you, in this world or beyond...


I would love to be a sun ray, and gently, with an infinite tenderness,
To caress your hand and to kiss your lips,
A kiss of light, a kiss lasting forever...

dimanche 3 mars 2013

To a boy I love...


You are such a cute young man, such a cute student...
You have an incredible grace, an incredible charm,
Your green eyes and your blond eyes,
Your smooth face and your blue silk scarf...

I don't know if you are gay... Maybe... maybe not....
But you are definitely the boy I could fall in love with,
You are the boy I already love, although you are unaware of it...

I love you for you beauty, for the charm of your face,
I love you for your green eyes and the pink lips I would dream to kiss...
I love you for the slim body I imagine under your elegant clothes..

I love you, because meeting such a cute, such a smart boy, in his 20's,
Is a unique opportunity, the opportunity of a life time...
I would love so much to be loved, to make love, to love you...

I would unfold your blue silf scarf and caress your face and kiss your lips,
I would slowy undress you and caress your smooth chest...
And the both of us would start the infinite journey of love, of love shared by a boy and a man...