I have life on the palm of my hand.
And when I had my first orgasm with
My beautiful animated Elizabeth.
I saw the look and soul of magic ball.
It’s the pain and pleasure all the same
But never hurt or greed or evil beams.
It’s dancing on the wood parquet
With metal heels and suddenly
Disappears.
© Yelling Rosa
26/5 –17
When this picture was on GooglePlus one of my readers said that he looks like Spanish, like Cervantes. Well, perhaps so, anyway the clank of hooves was also there where Don Quixote rode. In Spain I always feel the immediate presence of life and death and the rhythm of their combinations. I call it The Beat of the Heart Heels. I draw often when I am waiting that Windows Operating System maintances itself. This man just jump from my subconscious.
In Spanish poetry heels are mentioned often. If my observations has already used, I will chainge heels to needs. The Beat of the Heart Needs is also quite distinctive.
