Her two voices...
Today, it's Valentine's Day.
It's traumatic, at some point, the moment you share with a female human specimen. And just because she has two voices: the one she uses to initiate a conversation (or shall I say "the sweet voice") and the one she uses to end one (commonly known as the "somewhat harsh and rough yell" that stings your brain and your ear as well - which leads to the typical male "ok, dear" reply that still is somewhat unpleasing or disatisfying to her).
Well, I think I'm not being clear.
And how could I be?... I still don't have that many clues.
Showing my lifeline, there has always been a spotlight for a female character in my self-centered play I call life. For so many reasons they've been in that spotlight: love, passion, desire, empathy, sympathy, fun, friendship, friendship, friendship, common interests, common musical interests, common personal interests, common creative interests, passion, desire, passion & desire and even school competition. But only one spotlight at a time... fortunately, I can't handle more than one leading female character at a time.
And up to now, right now, there have always been moments when I, someone who's got absolutely no sensibility for women's matters and desires, could feel exactly which voice she was using.
"Warmth breaths, cold hands
Times we both understand
This is going to be more than what it's now
Our lips barely touching,
Our heartbeats galloping,
There's no definitive way of saying how
We slipped into each other,
We rushed to one another.
Whispered words, deep eyes
Glances that seem to defy
If this is going to be more than it's now
Our hands are not just touching
Our fantasies are wrapped, this being
There's no definitive way of saying how
We'll devour one another's needs
Rushing to each other, unlike this
Unlike this unpassionate moment,
While I write and you're away,
There's little left for me to say."
- Hyug Badox, in an "Unpassionate Moment", just occured.
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blogsted by Hugo Salvado at 12:45 pm ( view entire post)
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Today, I watched my football rival club (soccer team, if you're on "that" side of the Atlantic) playing an english side, more famous, big-named, but that was inferior to the portuguese side throughout the 90 minutes this second leg lasted.
I always chear for my country's clubs when they play agains foreign teams, although I don't get that angry when they lose. But tonight it was different. After a 0-1 loss in England and a goal conceaded in their first shot after 20 minutes, it seemed that the semis were a mirage for "us".
Not only the score was turned around up to a comfortable 4-1 but also it gave me great pleasure to chear for my "striped green rivals" (the portuguese side earned their first advantage on aggregate 15 minutes before the end of the match and scored the fourth and confirming goal in the closing seconds).
But where does this meets with "her two voices" ?!...
Well, it doesn't meet that much. But her voice was away all the time. She was not with me in front of the TV. And although I want her voice to be something present, I just could not hear her.
so with which voice do you hear me with a rant like that you read? :) thanks for the visit. you sound intensely committed.
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