She was breathing softly into the pillows to the rhythm of his touch. He caressed her naked, blistering back. He barely touched her shoulders, ruffled the unruly fuzz on the back of her neck, then his fingers slid, running over each other, along her spine, up into the hills. Her soft vertebrae were like piano keys. Do-mi-re-la her bones whispered under his tender touch. And her fingers ran gladly back to Atlas and Axis, so that they would have somewhere to return to. Dor-mi-re-la happily whimpered the woman's bones.
Cristina Daniela Dumitru-Pascal
He was deaf. And he loved music. But most of all, he loved her, the pianist with long, seemingly transparent looking fingers, who played through gestures. Leaning a little towards the keyboard, she gave the impression of dancing with the notes. That's how he heard the melody, through her body movements. One day he waited for her with a huge bouquet of lilies in his arms, and before he tried to say anything, she put one hand on his lips and covered her own ear with the other. And they understood that their bodies had the same soundtrack. That only they could hear.
Alex Caragian
Lapona Enigel Ungi with gel manicurist online. The further you are, the more expensive the parapsychological nail polish is. She gets her nails done on webcam via a crystal and a pickle bowl. She applies it by particular atomic particle deposition. She graduated from the amateur quantum physics section of space microbiology and read the summary on Coelho, where it states that if you really want something, the universe will conspire. So she really, really wishes that the universe would conspire on fingernails when everyone wave them at her laptop.
(Translated by Andreea Georgiana Bogdan / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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