After all, what are we doing here if not looking for Him?
Ask ourselves the question that has burned us so many times.
Where is He? In what corner of the WORD? In what hand of TIME did He remain?
Our pure and priceless; Our so precious LOVE.
Diary of Overflowing Love: January 6
All mouths in one kiss, long as the lines of overflowing love. Good news and sighs, tongue on the flower petal. And the gentle wave stretches lust like a rope.
Mouth: Bite, dream, and lick.
Mouth bites the soul. Mouth dreams of thighs. Mouth licks the beach of memory. Mouth, bite and lick the thighs, the soul, the beach of memory where her feet trod sand and sweat.
All the kisses in two mouths, where tongues, lips, and fingers dance. All the kisses in one kiss as long as the lines of overflowing love.
Xingu 1: When I arrived at the Kalapalo village of Tafukuman, I was greeted with a party. The dance and song scene had been rehearsed for the entire group of five people traveling with me. But for some reason, I arrived alone, an hour before the others. And the Kalapalo began the performance just for me.So, there I was, in the center of that large sand arena, admiring all those Indians, adorned with colorful body paint, necklaces, and feathers, dancing and singing. They probably thought my traveling companions would arrive soon. But no one showed up before the party ended.
Diary of Overflowing Love: September 8th
She, in her panties, kisses her toes. She sighs and swallows each toe. She wets her lips and plants small kisses on her hand. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Her nipples puff out and cast thin rays of light toward the pools of water. The water lights up, warmly rising up her thighs, wetting and tearing her panties apart.
She tries to pull the melting threads against her body but finally lets them slide down her legs until they hang from the big toe of one of her feet. She stretches out her glowing foot and kicks the rest of her panties aside.
She runs her hands over her body and multiplies herself warmly in the pools of water that kiss her. The Wind sweeps down her back, flaps its blue butterfly wings, makes small sand streaks on her neck, passes its smooth head between her buttocks and thighs, turns through the hairs of her sex, and curls wetly around one of her ears, which it licks as it whispers:
“Remember me? When the star-covered fields sing your name, I call in the palm leaves. I cool and warm your body and enter your dreams through an ivory-colored door. The birds with large wings carry your spirit thanks to me, and the little hummingbirds kiss the flower of your heart, sustained by my breath. And I see the clouds weep when they think of you, and the perfume I spread is born in the smile of your mouth.”
She, naked and weightless, trembles and kneels. She spreads her hands on the ground, lets her hair flow over her face, and says so that the Wind can hear her:
“Oh!”
Xingu 2: Anyway, the first thing I did upon arriving, after greeting them, was open my sketchbook and begin drawing the first man in front of me. He was a chief, and his name was Alssuk. And I made a mistake: I drew him naked.
At that very moment, he wasn’t ready to dance. Chief Alssuk was just finishing dressing when I arrived and hadn’t yet tied the end of his penis to the rope belt. A tiny detail, but one that, in their culture, represents the difference between being naked and being clothed. Fortunately, my mistake was only a reason for all the Indians to laugh heartily, including Alssuk. The Kalapalos have a very advanced culture. Other societies in the world are not so spiritually blessed, and when disturbed by a drawing, they may even kill the artist.
Je Suis Charlie.
So, as you can see, the concept of nudity and moral judgments about what’s appropriate to wear on your body are very relative.
Personally, I think everything—under, above, and behind the sun—is beautiful, with or without clothes. It depends on the purity of your heart and how you view life.
Diary of Overflowing Love: October 6
She dreamed she was flying. Over flower fields. That she launched her flying body into a waterfall and that hundreds of butterflies flickered around her.
The next day, she painted her nails gold.
She came in and froze that moment in my life. And I could see her bending down to talk to the turtle in the garden.
She arrived like the Sun and like the Moon. She is the Star of my favorite movie. She put on the peacock feather earrings I brought from Kovalan. She held my hand, and I ended the night on my knees.
She needs to study for her test at school.
Diary of Overflowing Love: December 22
I feel you crying from the depths of your belly. Trembling, smiling, tears and petals. Compassion.
The Soul touched by the Angels.
The Thought, a vast, clear plain.
I find you; eyes closed in the dark. And we run among the dogs.
Breathing. Our pure and priceless.
Our so precious and unforgettable Love.
