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Petřin Hill
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Petřin Hill |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
It's getting more difficult to write this story without the use of their names their real names and then... there's mine. Pseudonyms, it just doesn't feel write She lives in a dream... most of the time praying her man will come into his mind be the man she wants him to be perhaps the man he used to be wanting the man she's invested 10 years in to be.. a little more like me she had dreams of the perfect birthday and now she seems ready to just runaway "lets go on a trip", she said as we 3 started up the hill the garden, 2 of my 5 favorite girls in the world... and me, we three It sounded as if she wanted us to go on a REAL trip Somewhere, for a few days "I'm ready, I've got my wallet and my camera, thats all I need!", I said smiling The conversation started between the two girls... our friend asking her questions her reply, "Spatne", she said, and quite a bit, as... oh, No, here we go... what names to use... Well, to some up, she was being asked, I presume about her birthday, about her "date", about her weekend, her friends, her work, her mate "Spatne", it means bad and I,... I, for some reason was in a funny mood in love, just happy to be there with her, along for the ride as the 2 girls talked in Czech mostly I presume, her birthday hadn't gone as she had planned, hoped, dreamed, it rarely does... her life She barely talked to me, merely translating what my friend, our friend, the other girl, was talking about I feel like a child around her, as she points out the different flowers, tells me stories, and the little history she knows, but the stories, those are the ones I like the most second to the singing, of course we got to the top, of Petrin I looked down, my legs not dead, nor aching, but numb nearly not there, and it was nice I looked down, couldn't believe I had climbed all that way a feat in my life... could, have, never been and there it was, the view the funny thing, what drove me up the hill like the proverbial carrot in front of the horse I'd follow her anywhere and then suddenly, lost in an instant of time, we were there (like such relationships) you cant really tell where you are, in the climb, or how much further it is to the top, until you come out of the woods and turn around you're there a sense of accomplishment and oh, the view we stop in the gardens, along the way, mostly moving, she's always moving, barely taking time to stop and smell the roses, for now always some destination in mind, but once we're there, she shows me, here and there, places to go, to stop... drink, eat dinner, and the tower, saying, "next time"... I look up at the tower, watching a large man climb the spiral staircase I smile, and I believe her, her tone of voice was comforting, promising and sure and then, it's time to go back down, after the winding road to the castle and wine I was there, and... and so, this dream she's living in, mostly a nightmare, I am there, as a passing thought for now taken for granted? probably, surely?, perhaps?, for now or maybe not yeah, maybe not  We sat and sipped, her cute sweater, she zipped I said something stupid and bad about Catholicism insulting the God I know and love, said, "Catholic services bore the $hit out of me" it wasn't true, in my travels there I had found quite a great appreciation for the beauty of the religion, the magic and power of the saints, the music, the dedication of the clergy and nuns It's just not my choice of style of worship but occasionally, I'd enjoy a mass in a Church not too cold for her. and not 30 seconds later, God sent a nun towards me a very unhappy nun, kind of glaring at me and my phone went off, saying, "Incoming transmission" I think to myself, yes God, I got the message a few more sips of wine and.. She said Jo was being sweet, and funny, talking about me or something she blamed it on the wine we had barely drunk said I was a little drunk too the three of us, or perhaps something that was said... or the feelings too cute "too good to be true?" I told her, "I am just in a funny mood today" and that day, I was just a puppy dog, a child, in love and it's funny how she would, intentionally maybe looking away, keep me in the corner of her eye, keeping an eye on me, my moves, where I was looking maybe watching to see if I was looking at the pretty girls, and I was, I was watching her, keeping quiet and I, I sheepishly avoid looking directly at her, because when I do, she can't help but turn and look halfheartedly trying to avoid my gaze she avoids looking at me, because when she does, she can't help but smile. [This message has been edited by martiniat8 (09-06-2010 10:54 PM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
And so you brought me up to the hill too, dear Kenneth, with your poetic tale. And all the while the true height was to be found in her eyes ... Very nice. Love, Margherita |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
You writing is so fun and so darn unique, I can't pass over your name without peeking in. Love how you tell it~~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
A pleasure to read...James |
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rwood Member Elite
since 2000-02-29
Posts 3793Tennessee |
Very nice tell...ascension of setting coupled with a descension within--inner thought, throughout the journey. Enjoyable, altogether. |
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