Blacktalisman

        They had just returned from their well deserved holiday at the beach, their dark skins still smelled of salt, sand and wind. They laughed as they tumbled into the apartment, dropping the basket, its content of blankets, towels, half empty bottle of wine, and the clatter of cutleries against the rest occupants of the basket.       Her thoughts waltzed about the exciting day. The races they had; her wet skirt clinging to her long lovely thighs as she pursued her lover over sand on bare feet. He tore into the winds as he ran towards their set goal of the artificial embankment. She caught up with him, winded and jubilant, hair whirling about her face, glowing from the exertion. Holding each other’s waist they walked back to their spot, not after trying to baptize each other in the roaring sea- clothes which had now clung and stamped themselves to their curves and angles. She jangled the colorful shells she had accumulat...

Most respected comrades, heirs and heiresses, Excavating our contemporary petrified muck, Studying my days through the dark dead centuries. You'll Maybe, Ask about me. And maybe your scholars will then reveal, Swamping with erudition, Questions that swarm. There lived once a singer, blood all aboil, who hated most cold eater raw. Professor, take off those optical bicycles! I'll myself relate about the times, about myself. I came from the seignorial horticulture of poetry, a most capricious dame. Precious muse that grows like Mary, roses round a bungalow, who the devil knows, which from which no quarantine will take them in. There are those mandolins again. "Tara-tina Tara-tina....... t____e_____n_,___n_____" Not much of an honour. That from such roses my very own status will rise over squares. I am fed to hades with agitprop, I'd like to scribble for you love ballads They are quite charming and pay quite a lot. But I mastered myself....

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