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FUSIONED - DIRECTED - WRITTEN AND CORRESPONDED BY: MENASSA 2001 WE
DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES
INDIO
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT INDIO GRIS Nº 82 YEAR II EDITORIAL I
say it before I'm asked about it. I'm
impressed, what happens in the world To
impose goodness he uses evil, To
impose goodness they forget beauty I
live somewhat impressed He
is persecuted by the breath of a tiger, He
is persecuted by his hatred, the hatred of the victims And
he is never calm, Sometimes
he is tranquil with his beloved, MY
OLD-AGE ALTERED BY YOUR SINGING My
old-age altered by your singing Wrapped
in delicate virginal leaves, Nothing
in me sang if it wasn't for your body, Afterwards
whims and madness took away my soul. DARLING, In
the afternoons I usually lie over white pages. I
begin my dance with dance-like infinite contortions. Music completely
perpendicular to my fortuitous way of loving. Hearts
distorted by malignant passions and cruelty. Excited and old passions take
refuge in your eyes. They
are the gods of kindness and sadness in your skin. As
if the beautiful serpents of the night in the swarm of happiness, in the
nocturnal encounters and the realisation of some infantile desire and the
smell of bread burning so that we would all smell as bread. Now, a big war
blows up over the clearest springs of love. There, precisely, where snow
is Her. Even
if I don't stop kissing her, her eyes collapse, they come close to my
skin, thirsty, almost without a gaze. And to say good-bye I remind you
that I never know exactly what I have to do. I'm standing in the centre of
speech. When I walk all of the senses move. When I write, nothing is sure
to exist, not even our love.
-
Nor with her. Do you understand
me, doctor? And,
with tact, I answered her something: -
I think I do- I told her- that
three sessions per week are not enough for you. We'll I'm displeased - she told
me as soon as she arrived-, I don't want to do anything with her; she, on the
other hand doesn't want to do anything with the other one and the other one has
nothing to do, nor with me, continue the next time.
Walter
came out of the kitchen naked, with a glass of gin on the rocks in his
hand and went into the bathroom, in order to do so he had to go by the
place where Silvia and Ester were sitting. When
Silvia saw him she smiled, and Ester said without doubt and smiling: -
It was true, what you told me, that Walter undressed as soon as he
arrived from the street. And
Walter, before going into the bathroom and addressing Silvia, said to her: -
You must have also told her what my weak points are, right? And
while Walter this time did close the door of the bathroom, Silvia shouted
to him: -
No, I didn't tell him about that, she has come to check that
personally. Her
curiosity aroused, Ester asked with a smile and with a very seductive
voice: -
Which are, darling, your husband's weak points? -
The truth -said Silvia, caressing one of Ester's hands
-, is that I'm very excited, we'd better leave it alone. -
If you want, I may leave -said Ester -, making a grimace. -
No, please -answered Silvia, while Ester caressed with her free
hand one of Silvia's cheeks. Afterwards
both of them moved as to get rid of that emotive moment between them, and
while Ester rolled another pot cigarette, Silvia got up from the floor and
went to the bathroom. -
May I come in? -she said while coming in without waiting for an
answer. Walter
had already taken a shower and was drying himself. Silvia helped him to
dry. She did it serenely. Every now and then she gave him a kiss. Walter
held her slightly by her hair and kissed her in the lips with intention,
while he was kissing her, she let her hands fall between his legs.
Walter's sex hardened up and Silvia clang to him strongly. Walter,
pointing at the door, told Silvia: -
Let's stop, Ester is here. Silvia,
moving scarcely apart from him, and smiling seductively, said without any
inhibition: -
Perhaps Ester likes it too - and holding Walter's hand, she
insisted-, come on -she told him-, let's try to be together. And
then she got loose and sat by Ester's side, this time much closer than the
previous ones. Walter,
who had come out of the bathroom after Silvia, also sat on the floor
opposite the two women. He
noticed that the only one naked was him, and turned round, showing his
back to the women and letting his head fall, calculating partially that it
wouldn't fall on the floor but on the lap of one of both women. He
realised that he had fallen on top of Silvia, she softly put his head on
Ester's lap, and while she caressed Walter's head very softly with both
hand, Silvia passionately kissed Walter's lips, whom with closed eyes felt
that Ester trembled each time Silvia kissed him. Silvia,
abandoning Walter's lips, kissed now his chest, his naked belly, when she
went close by his sex, she inhaled deeply and then kissed his legs, and
Walter moved restlessly and his head rubbed in each movement Ester's
thighs, who let his head fall on the floor softly, and moving from where
she was,
while Silvia sucked happily Walter's feet, started to kiss him in the
mouth. It
was the first time they enjoyed that pleasure. Walter felt his sex erect
as if it were about to blow up. As Ester was the one who was closer to
him, she kissed him in the mouth and in his neck and she put her tongue in
his ears, Walter tried to undress her, while Silvia, saying that she was
hot, undressed totally. When
now the three of them were naked, Ester began to go down with her kisses
through Walter's chest and Silvia began to go up Walter's legs with her
kisses and bites. He had a moment of panic and of infinite pleasure at the
same time, when he realised that at the rhythm they were kissing his body
in opposite directions, their mouths were going to meet to kiss, of
course, just on top of his sex. And
there, Walter had the first thought since he had arrived home: How
strange! with so much excitement I haven't reached an orgasm, not even
have I had any particular desire of penetrating none of the two with my
sex. Perhaps,
Walter said to himself, while he panted and twirled desperately, in these
situations you don't feel the desire for an orgasm, but that all desire be
at the service of sustaining this situation of madness and infinite
pleasure to the utmost. Silvia
and Ester, less preoccupied than Walter, had reached at least their first
objective. And now, both lying with their cheeks on Walter's sex and
moving their lips, which touched slightly, imperceptibly. Walter
made the first movement and his hands started to caress tenderly the heads
of both women. Now, he didn't think of anything else and couldn't even
precise with which of his hands he touched each of those two women. It
was something unbelievable, the girls, as Walter called them, had had
their first orgasm of the night, one each, of course, and for him this
question hadn't even started. His sex continued erect as if that were the
indispensable condition for all the other things to happen. The
two women, after having enjoyed their things, pretended now as if the
desire were that Walter could forget everything he had seen. A
jump, a happy moment, and now the two women kissed Walter's lips at the
same time. Silvia
let herself drop on Walter's right side and pulled Silvia along in her
movement, who was placed with her face against Silvia's face and their
buttocks lying on Walter's sex which continued erect. From
that moment on everything was slow until the end. They enjoyed and
laughed, and Walter reached all heights and went through all deepness. Everything
was soft and slow. Everything was ripe fruit open without equal. Velvety
and juicy vaginas and radiant mouth in search of the wind. He
felt that those women had transformed him into a fortunate man. They came
to think that they would live in gratefulness to that man.
1 Fear
also has its lust. If we are going to repress, then, we should repress
fear, or else, exhibitionism of its failure. 2 Money!
Money! Money! A
man always places an admiration mark on what he lacks. 3 We
should never calm hunger. 4 Time
is being lost because one has the illusion of possessing it. If you don't
posses time you can't lose it. 5 The trend of normality leads in all cases to a premature death. LETTER
FROM THE EDITOR
If everyday I want to set forth my indeclinable resignation to
living, it means that things progress in a direction that I cannot
foresee. Something
is happening beyond us. The grupal machine has taken possession of our
soul. We are fanatics of words which aren't ours, we are always on the
verge of a genial deed. These
same mechanisms buried
entire peoples in
the nothingness of wisdom. I
cannot walk. I say to myself: a man like that won't be able to go very
far. It's only walking that one knows where to go. It's only beginning a
movement that we can imagine
its end. That is to say, we start living only when we know about
death. In
the midst of my own battlefield, I'd like to write a poem that will make
me cry. A poem like spirals of smoke chained to life. Year
after year I experiment a kind of solitude, something like seeing beyond
my eyes, above my words. INDIO GRIS THIS IS ADVERTISING
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