Passion
You lie there as a gleaming pearl
in the diffuse light of the twinkling stars
The peaceful beat of your bouncing heart
overrules the sound of accidental passing cars
Your beautiful hair coloured as silver barley
floats as brooks from your silken pillow
If God created a woman's body
then this must be the ultimate halo
I kiss your tender lips with passion and desire
and feel the magic touch that sets us both on fire
jacques (thanx 2 pauline)
Course of live ...
I’m walking on the rope
Between lies and truth
In the light of the silver moon
On the path I’ll pick and choose
I’m hanging at the rope
On the edge of never fear
In this universe of stars
Where the moon is crystal clear
I’m dancing on the rope
In this circus of live
And choosing my direction
In a passionated drive
I’ll fly above the rope
In a never ending way
just feeling like a snowgoose
at one place I’ll never stay
Live is like a constant hiketour
On this swinging rope of tide
Not focussed on a destiny
Enjoy oneself 's just the guide
~~~
Carnival in Bolivia
It's the morning of the Carnival
A minibus stops near the church
I step out
I'm hearing the giggling of girls behind the churchwall
The giggling changes into singing
The girls voices are singing a song from my native soil
Out of the song suddenly a voice rises
so high, not from this earth
If the VIRGIN should sing it has to sound like this
excreeding beautiful, a voice from heaven
I get tears in my eyes
I stay as bewitched
The churchdoor swings open
The statuette of the VIRGIN is carried out
in a dense current of people
A wave of sounds washes over me
Crack fireworks are left off
and a brassband starts to play
I listen and listen but the voice is gone
I run through the city as a fool for three days
I seek between the revellers in the streets
but I don't find her
Carnival is over for a long time
but her voice is still in my head
I want to make music in the town
and buy a Charango
I paint two beautiful green multicoloured parrots on it
I tune the strings of my Charango for a love song
and practise a long time
the strings feel like her silken hair
~
When I go to town to play and sing this love song
at the marketplace on a snug corner
near the fountain
I hear her voice sing along with my song
I'm in the seventh heaven
when our eyes meet eachother
it's love at first sight
jacques
Evangelos the sculptor.
Once upon a time a sculptor named Evangelos lived in Cyprus.
Is was extremely hot and he went to the azure blue bay to cool down.
When he arrived there, he saw the goddess Aphrodite bathing.
He was shocked by her breathtaking beauty
and fell desperately in love with her.
He adored her from that first moment and when he came home
he brougth her daily sacrifices and begged her to come to him,
to share his live with him.
The lovely Aphrodite smiled sweet but stayed in her temple.
A goddes can never have such a relationship with a human being !
He was crazy about her with such a strong desire that he bougth
A piece of marble. He started sculpturing.
So long, that he had captured the smile of Aphrodite in stone.
Around that smile he created cheeks, lashes, eyes, lips, hair,
a chin, ears and a neck. The chisels exposed slim arms,
an unequalled body, tender arched hips and long graceful legs.
He worked uninterrupted at the statue and polished the marble.
It couldn’t be better or smoother. It has a supernatural gleam.
He stopped because the scupture was perfect now
and he didn’t want to ruin it.
Evangelos looked at what he had created ; his own perfect view of love
So confidential and also so strange.
It looks as if it was living and longing for him.
Stretching her arms begging for him. He couldn’t believe his eyes.
On fire he huged the lovely statue,
kissed it and heated the cool marble with his body.
“Darling stay with me and never leave me alone” ‘ he stammered.
And from that moment the sculpture was his love.
Each day she was waiting for him and every night she lied in his arms.
But it didn’t live however he was dreaming that it was alive.
Aphrodite who loves to smile became very sad
when she saw Evangelos pining away.
Such a beautiful man wasting his live
and spoiling his youth and love at a piece of stone.
People create beauty but only gods can create live !
She went to Zeus on the high mountain Olympus.
And while she caressed his hand , she said :
“Dad Zeus, I helped you so many times to gain the godesses you loved”,
“please help me now and let the statue of Evangelos live”.
What’s worser: “A man who dies before it’s time ,or bring a statue into being ?”
Zeus bend his head, his unworldly smelling hair fell in front of his eyes,
the great Olympus shaked.
Zeus personally came down the mountain to the fertile soil
that feeds us all and found the beautiful statue.
Now Zeus understood the man.
He started gentle breating towards the sculpture
untill the lashes trembled and her lips moved.
After that he went back to the Olympus.
Later that afternoon Evangelos came home.
He saw the glow from the sun as a blush on the cheeks ot the statue.
He couldn’t bear the pain anymore.
Moaning and groaning he grabbed his sharpest chisel to kill himself:
“Let me die almighty gods, I don’t want to live anymore”
“All I create is dead and dead is what I touch”.
And he wanted to throw himself to the ground.
But tender lips caressed his hair while warm arms rocked him.
A voice he knew but also not sighed:
“Darling stay with me and never leave me alone”
written by Jacques
~~~
After our companionable meal
there's only love that we will seal
We go upstairs for our "desert"
because it's only passion we will share
We kiss and caress in the bathroom
in the diffuse light of the gleaming fullmoon
We undress eachother full of desire
and our hearts beat undisturbed on fire
The shower feels as a Sumatra downpour
and our feelings only say: "We want more"
We naked end up in our "love nest"
where I caress and massage your tender breast
Your body is a never ending wonderland
so hot to travell through without an end
And when I kiss your sensual lipps
I'm a vulcano, ready to erupt between our craving hips
You're feeling like a divine angel that flies
when I look into your beautiful loving eyes
~~~
The sun sets in a sultry night
as we walk through golden fields
Your curling hair waves as the tide
unmasking all your shlields
I hold you, kiss you, love you
like I never did before
and the depth in your eyes is so true
that we only go for more
Jacques
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