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by Mihai Eminescu

She was lying down her white bed, with sheets made of flax clean as silver. Her face was hidden into the pillow, her golden, beautiful hair was all over the pillow and her round, naked arms were close together above her head. You could still see her neck and the golden blanket was covering her breasts. I approached the bed. She was sleeping.



I kneeled beside her, took one sweet, white hand from over her head to my heart without waking her up. I held it with both my hands like it was a precious thing and I kissed it like it was a baby. I leaned my head against my hands and lowered my mouth to her big, closed eyes and to her pale face and, finding with an indiscreet hand her bosom under the blanket, I laid my cheek on her round, white, small breasts. She was still sleeping.

I was sleepy too because I hadn't slept in two nights, so I laid down besides her, with my clothes on, putting my ardent face on her breasts and one arm around her neck. It seemed like a lullaby was making me sleep. I held her to my chest harder and harder but I was feeling like a death-sleep was taking over my soul.

She had woken up and took my sleepy head with her hands and put it on the pillow, next to hers, covered herself up to her neck and caressed my forehead, kissed stealthily my pale sleepy face. Sleep was making me see blue and green lights. Embracing and smiling we both went back to sleep - I mean it did not feel like sleep at all.

It felt like I was sleeping on a white-flower-bed in the middle of a green-grassed field. The Moon was up the sky, the stars were shining like gold, the bees were swarming around us, and moon rays were touching our bed so that it went up, slowly, with us in it. The Earth was disappearing and we got to a place where stars surrounded us so that they could touch our pale faces.

They rained and snowed on us like a golden rain. We seemed to be asleep though we could see it all - she seemed silver white and one of my hands was lying on her sweet and round chest. "You are so beautiful, Poesis", I was murmuring in my sleep! "I love you so much!" she was answering, putting her white arms around my neck.

Her voice was so sweet and trembling, like music, her eyes were half closed but they were all voluptuousness. My hand was the only one that was feeling the way her heart was beating so hard, just like a virgin wave. The star-rain was still falling over our bed and it was still floating, I was still caressing her face and her bosom.



She did not say or do anything, only smiled shyly, though I could taste her virgin, pure, childish soul through her wet mouth. Her golden hair was aside my black hair and I was now holding her thin and lissom waist figure like a chain, while my legs blended with her small, delicate, white legs.