link:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmf6Oehm1OA
Norah Jones - Lover Man
I Touch Your Mouth - Julio Cortazar
I touch your mouth with a finger tracing the entire edge of your mouth, drawing it as if it were emerging from my hand, as if your mouth were opening for the first time, and I'm satisfied to close my eyes to undo everything and start again. I give birth to each mouth that I desire, the mouth that my hand chooses and draws on your face, a chosen mouth among all, with sovereign freedom chosen by me to draw it with my hand on your face, and coincidentally, exactly matching your smiling mouth beneath the one my hand is drawing for you.
You gaze at me, getting closer and closer until we play the cyclops game, gazing at each other more closely as our eyes grow larger, approach each other, overlap, and the cyclopes gaze at each other, breathing confusedly, their mouths meet and they struggle half-heartedly, biting with their lips, barely supporting the tongue on their teeth, playing in their enclosures where a heavy air goes back and forth with an old perfume and silence. Then my hands seek to sink into your hair, slowly caressing the depth of your hair as we kiss as if our mouths were full of flowers or fish, of lively movements, dark fragrance. And if we bite each other, the pain is sweet, and if we suffocate in a brief and terrible simultaneous absorption of breath, that instant death is beautiful. And there's only one saliva and one flavor of ripe fruit, and I feel you trembling against me like a moon on water.
Norah Jones - Lover Man
I Touch Your Mouth - Julio Cortazar
I touch your mouth with a finger tracing the entire edge of your mouth, drawing it as if it were emerging from my hand, as if your mouth were opening for the first time, and I'm satisfied to close my eyes to undo everything and start again. I give birth to each mouth that I desire, the mouth that my hand chooses and draws on your face, a chosen mouth among all, with sovereign freedom chosen by me to draw it with my hand on your face, and coincidentally, exactly matching your smiling mouth beneath the one my hand is drawing for you.
You gaze at me, getting closer and closer until we play the cyclops game, gazing at each other more closely as our eyes grow larger, approach each other, overlap, and the cyclopes gaze at each other, breathing confusedly, their mouths meet and they struggle half-heartedly, biting with their lips, barely supporting the tongue on their teeth, playing in their enclosures where a heavy air goes back and forth with an old perfume and silence. Then my hands seek to sink into your hair, slowly caressing the depth of your hair as we kiss as if our mouths were full of flowers or fish, of lively movements, dark fragrance. And if we bite each other, the pain is sweet, and if we suffocate in a brief and terrible simultaneous absorption of breath, that instant death is beautiful. And there's only one saliva and one flavor of ripe fruit, and I feel you trembling against me like a moon on water.
13 comentários - Nyctophillia 17
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Y si nos mordemos el dolor es dulce, y si nos ahogamos en un breve y terrible absorber simultáneo del aliento, esa instantánea muerte es bella... sabía mucho Cortázar y Norah también y todo junto es perfecto
Me gustaron las imágenes y el texto de Cortázar es excelente !!!
Gracias por compartir.
Angie te deja Besos y Lamiditas !!!
La mejor forma de agradecer la buena onda que se recibe es comentando, al menos al que te comenta. Yo comenté tu post, vos comentaste el mío?
Compartamos, comentemos, apoyemos, hagamos cada vez mejor esta maravillosa Comunidad !!!
La música, Noritah acariciando con su voz, las imágenes de lujo y el gran Julito con sus letras inmortales.
¡Qué tripleta te mandaste papá!
Gracias por compartir 👍
Yo comenté tu post, la mejor manera de agradecer es comentando alguno de los míos...