Chapter 1

Like every circle, cycle, life, dream or expectation in life a story also has a beginning and an end, at least that´s what every movie in TV has led us to believe. So it´s a personal challenge to write the impossible story, the one with no hero, no princess, no love story nor drama, one beginning, great moments, unforgettable memories, unique scenarios and no ending.
Make no mistakes this is a story about a crazy girl who meets an even crazier boy; her name is Lucy and his name is Ray the story begins with a bday cake, 2 witches, a game and a sweaty shirt. (I could throw in a very impressive pick up line, but it would ruin the mystery).
They spoke the same language even thou they came from very different places, they´ve come and go to the same spots in different times but the coming and going eventually put them in the same place at the same time.
Surely you´ve realized by now that went they met no sparks or fireworks came out, there was no romantic theme song in the background and the lights weren´t flickering, they just said hello started talking and laugh their hinnies off.
As timed passed they found seeing more and more of each other, just hanging out, talking, eating, listening to music, watching movies, chilling and that´s about it, we´ll I might off skipped the part where they fucked like bunnies any time, place or chance possible; but it’s irrelevant to this part of the scenario.
In time they became friends, those kind of friends that you make in the oddest moments of your life, the kind of friends that know you in your Sunday Pj´s and you have seen after a really bad hangover, the ones who end up with your buggers on their shirts and the ones who when you fall down or make a mistake laugh their ass of and them give you a helping hand and say don´t worry stupid I still love you.
The sarcastic and smart mouth comments were the daily language served on a witty plate of mocking society rules and “normal behavior” which none of them believed in; twisted and dark humor tales and kinky and hard rock music made the perfect nights, evenings and/or mornings.
There´s no dragon, there´s no wicked witch, there´s nothing evil haunting them; there are only so many pages of mementos and adventures writing each time they say zup; and don´t get me started once they have and evil plan to be mischievous and naughty.
Life is always full of surprises and sometimes we face choices that will changes our paths forever, so there´s the challenge, there´s the little sprinkle of spice that the story needs to have a never ending plot.
I assure you that this is only the first of many chapters I´ll write telling nothing and safely keeping my memories and pictures to my and yourself. And even though my life is changing my time and moments with you are irreplaceable and untouchable … To be continued …

I know what you tell me, when you don´t speak

I fell the way you look at me each night I am a conveniently and willingly victim of your desire and thirst for blood and chocolate; each time you knock on my door and I conveniently and willingly am waiting naked in my bed for you.
In the shower I counted the love marks your left on my body, your personal flags to claim territory, because deep down inside you know that this territory, my body, cannot be claimed by you, or anybody else.
Is that freedom that you so pleasantly admire the same one that haunts you, making you think somebody uses my body- your playground-, sees it, or enjoys it the way you do; but not to worry for now you´re safe, because you feed my appetite in the amount necessary.
You may be the one in control for now, but my dear who said that I want to have it? I do not wish to be in control, I wish to be submitted, I do not desire to be on top, I desire to be tied up, I do not feed on power, I feed on pain.
The intensity levels grow and the twisted rolls we act upon, one of this days it can slip out of hand and the scars may not disappear, the mark will be permanent, and your claws or teeth may be engraved in my skin like one of my many tattoos.
That is why I like to play the game we play each time we see each other, the game were you smile because I let you think your getting your way, and I smile back pulling the silent strings behind your back.
Let´s continue playing our dirty games, and laugh of the people who will never understand.