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The map of sorrow

. It’s a chill and sunny November morning of a slavic capital. His gloved hands seeking for shelter in the pockets of the worn-out coat, the man wanders along the wide avenues of magnificent Stalinist architecture, his head hanging down, … Continue reading

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Sensuality

. True sensuality is free from external accesories. “Erotic” complements, “sexy” garments and the like, are meant for those who lack a natural lewdness. Real prurience rises spontaneously from our entrails, driving our behaviour; it doesn’t need to be–no: it … Continue reading

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The dress

. He comes back in and, on closing the door, shows me a glossy purple neckerchief that he produces from his pocket, and a small parcel wrapped in the paper of the same shop whose numbered perfume he likes me to … Continue reading

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Twelve moons

. When I was between my twenties and my thirties I had a great love. Back then, I promised to myself that some day I’d write her story; a story that would astonish – if not shock – any reader who wouldn’t … Continue reading

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Mockba

. Mockba was the most celebrated nightclub in town; though certainly not the best one: its long admission queue finally led to a costly local densely permeated by cigarette smoke, sticky puddled with beer and partially carpeted in broken glasses, featuring … Continue reading

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The breakup

. ‘I think… the moment has arrived for parting, my love’ said he. It was hard and painful for him to utter these words; but he firmly believed that, while still knowing and discovering each other, while learning and teaching … Continue reading

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Quantums of love

Our inner changes are never smoothly gradual. Though often subconscious, they always take place suddenly, like if in sharp leaps between levels, originating from precise -though not always identifiable- happenings in our life. And that is how we fall in … Continue reading

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Howling to the moon

If we keep our sexual life passably diversified and assorted, there comes a moment when we meet a very special partner; a partner whose combination of mind and body is such that unbeatably matches our tastes; a partner whose visage or figure, … Continue reading

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