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WIP It Wednesday: The Dance (Nobody's Hero)

For last weekend's Six Sentence Sunday, I had six sentences from a scene I'd just written (totally unedited and unresearched). Now I've reworked it a bit and thought I'd show you what it looks like now, plus give you more than six sentences to enjoy!

In the opening of this club scene, harem-girl Karla has been presented to the tribe's "sheikh," Master Adam. (A sheikh is the leader of a family or tribe, which Adam most certainly is in the Masters at Arms club family.) Karla is kneeling at his feet. This also is one of his favorite fantasies, too.) 

"Remove the veil." He'd quickly grown tired of having her face hidden from him. Even if the material was flimsy and see-through, he needed to see her eyes, her mouth, her lips.

"Permission to move, your excellency."

Move? Of course she'd need to in order to remove the veil. Why was she asking for unnecessary permission?

He sighed. "Granted."

She raised her hands, striking a dramatic pose, and the veil fell in front of her, its material further obstructing his view. Without warning, passionate Middle Eastern music blared from the nearby speakers, distracting him momentarily. He looked over at the sound system to find his partner, the quasi-sultan, grinning in his direction and doing a gesture of obeissance as he bowed toward him. Then Marc returned to where he'd left Angelina kneeling beside a small table stage-side. He sat with his slave girl between his knees and gave her an order. She looked up at him warily, then around at the others nearby, balking until Marc said something that had her face turning red at the same time as her hands reached out to undo his leathers. Adam grinned.

Karla's long, flowing veil flitted across Adam's face, drawing his attention back to her. She dipped and undulated to the music, alternately hiding her face and revealing it with the red veil. Her expression was serious, he supposed because she was concentrating on the moves—and him. She didn't take her eyes off him. The intensity of her smoldering, come-hither gaze made him feel as if she'd sucked his breath from his lungs in her aura.

What was going on in her head tonight?

She began rippling her hips, alternating between fast movements and slow ones in such a sensuous way, causing his heart rate to speed up and slow down in direct response. Her breasts spilled over the tops of the red bra cups studded with black sequins and beads, making him wish his lips were brushing over the skin there he knew to be as soft as satin. Her torso and hips rippled like waves on the ocean, riveting his attention on the beads and bangles hanging from her bra and the waistband of her skirt. He realized this was one very expensive outfit, no Halloween costume.

Where had she learned to belly dance like that—and why hadn't he known about this talent sooner? Karla lifted the veil over her head and twirled on bare feet, her hands and arms making graceful motions that caused the veil to flutter and float around her body. When she turned away from him, he watched her hips shake to the music, her hips enticing him to reach out to her and sending the bangles into frenzied motion. She took the ends of the veil and leaned back until her gorgeous cleavage came into view, then whipped the veil over both their heads and around his neck and shoulders, pulling him closer to her breasts. Just before his lips would have pressed against her jiggling mounds, she released one end of the veil and stood upright, evading his head with a sideways lunge. She stood upright and pulled the veil away from him, wrapping it around herself again. His dick raised to a full salute and he adjusted himself against the leather seat to keep from strangling his head. He nearly came in his leathers.

"Very nice, kitten," he managed to choke out. "Where did you learn to dance like that?" He waited, not sure he really wanted to know.

She giggled, damn her. He throbbed even more.

 

Nobody's Hero is expected to be released "around Christmas," but no later than Dec. 30. The manuscript goes to my professional editor and my beta readers this weekend (Dec. 4), so they can work their magic on it. Pre-ordering is not available, but the book will be made available first at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords, then soon after at All Romance eBooks, and, in January, at BookStrand.

Remember, in my "Rescue Me" series, you need to read the books in order. If you haven't read these two books yet, please see the links below. Only 99 cents and $2.99--so you get both novels for less than $4!

MASTERS AT ARMS (only 99 cents!), the

introduction and first novel in the RESCUE ME series,

is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, 

All Romance eBooks, Bookstrand,

and at Smashwords. 

Nobody's Angel is available for $2.99 NOW at
Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords,
BookStrand, and All Romance eBooks.

 

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Six Sunday: Karla's Unintentional Slow Tease (Nobody's Hero)

This week's Six Sentence Sunday is a continuation of my WIP It Wednesday excerpt, but Karla STILL hasn't gotten those skivvies off Master Adam. (You may recall, he ordered her to do it with her teeth—which has backfired on him, as most things do with Karla.) This scene is from my December release, Nobody's Hero (Book #3 in the Rescue Me series). Enjoy!

His cock pulsated in her hand. Slow, deep breaths. He tried to practice the techniques he'd learned in martial arts to slow down his heart rate, hoping it would lessen the pulsing in his dick. When she surprised him by letting the tip of her pink tongue tentatively lick him where her thumb had been moments before, he groaned, balling his hands into fists at his sides to keep from thrusting his hips up and ramming him cock down her throat. 

As if she were giving him a news bulletin, she paused to look up at him and announce, "You taste salty, Sir."

"Karla," he ground the words out, "get my fucking skivvies off—now."

Thanks for stopping by to read my Six this week. Each week, the new listing of Six Sentence Sunday (SSS) blogs go live at 9 a.m. EDT Sunday. This is a great way to find new authors to follow or read or to get exposure for your own writing! For a list of this week's participants in the SSS blog tour, go to http://www.sixsunday.com/. Search #sixsunday on Twitter, as well!

 

WIP It Wednesday: Who said anything about restraining your...?

UPDATE 2/5/12: This scene was actually split into two in the final version of NOBODY'S HERO. Loved how it was written here, but then Master Adam backed off and I had to lasso her nips in another scene. But I'm leaving it here as drafted anyway. :)

In this scene, Master Adam is trying to distract Karla from what she wants to discuss. 

She reached up to cup his cheek and brushed her finger across his lips. The slight tremble told her he might be fighting to maintain control. Good. He needed to lose it for once.

Adam's grip tightened on her face and he pulled her closer. "I really don't want to talk about it. I'd rather take you down to a theme room, strip you, and restrain you with ropes before I..."

"I'm not sure my arms will take any contortions right now. My shoulders are still kind of sore."

"Who said anything about restraining your arms?" The look in his eyes caused heat to pool in her pelvis. Her pussy grew wet. His hands glided down to her shoulders, where he massaged the stiff muscles gently before his hands slipped down further and cupped her breasts. He pinched and twisted her nipples. 

"Ackkk!" Her pelvis strained toward him as her nipples tightened and swelled beneath his fingers and thumbs. 

Adam chuckled, maintaining his hold on her engorged peaks, pulling them with him as he took a step backward. "Come with me, kitten."

She stepped toward him—what choice did she have? He grinned, then released her nipples, and took her hand, turning to leave. But she wasn't ready to let go of this conversation. Well, her mind wasn't ready; her body was long gone. 

My writing style is more of a SERIAL than a series--complete with cliffhangers and continuing characters (even the heroes and heroines of earlier romances will continue to develop their relationships in subsequent books). So skipping any of the installments (novels) will make the subsequent novels less enjoyable. 

But the good thing is that there are ONLY two novels out so far, so it will be easy to catch up! See below for ordering details!

You won't enjoy Nobody's Hero as much if you haven't read Masters at Arms and Nobody's Angel first, because Adam and Karla's relationship actually began nine years early in sections one and five of Masters--and continued to grow in Angel. 

The 115,000-word novel, second in the Rescue Me series,  

Nobody's Angel is available for $2.99 NOW at
Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords,
BookStrand, and All Romance eBooks.

 

MASTERS AT ARMS (only 99 cents!), the

introduction and first novel in the RESCUE ME series,

is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, 

All Romance eBooks, Bookstrand,

and at Smashwords. 

Kally loves to add new friends

on Facebook and Goodreads. 
Or follow her on Twitter.

 

WIP IT WEDNESDAY: No sex with Karla?

Okay, I started doing Snippet Wednesdays on my Facebook page a couple weeks ago, for the readers anxiously awaiting Adam and Karla's romance (Nobody's Hero, due out in December, hopefully before Christmas). Well, this week I was working on a very hawt scene and had already gotten all my fans on FB into a frenzy, then realized Facebook might not take kindly to an adult-oriented excerpt like this one on a public page, so I decided to post here instead.

I'm not going to do a set-up, because I want to keep you guessing about what's actually going on here. But, here you go--and you're in Adam's ever-loving horny and confused head right now.

….But that was on his list of hard limits. No sex with Karla.

 

"Remove your t-shirt."

Fuck. Where did that come from? He wanted to recall the command as soon as it left his lips, then found himself riveted to her hands, waiting for them to move, to do his bidding. She sat upright off her heels. Good girl. She was going to leave. At least one of them still had their wits about them. This hadn't turned into the clusterfuck he'd imagined a few seconds ago.

Then, as if in slow motion, her long slender fingers wrapped around the hem of her thigh-length shirt and he watched as she slowly pulled the tee up over those sexy thighs, soon exposing the soft black curls of her mons. His cock bobbed. She continued to lift the shirt and exposed her pert breasts. Sweat broke out on his forehead as his heart hammered against his chest. In oh-so-painful slow motion, she continued the tease until she pulled the shirt over her head and discarded it onto the bed beside her.

Adam stared up at her beauty, watching her nipples grow even more erect than they had been under the shirt. Whether it was from the cold morning air or that she was as excited as he was, he didn't know. God would send him straight to hell for this, but he couldn't stop his mouth from speaking the next words. Maybe he thought he could send her running to safety.

Maybe he didn't want her to run.

"Straddle me."

*fans self* Wait till you read the REST of the scene in December!

You won't enjoy Nobody's Hero as much if you haven't read Masters at Arms and Nobody's Angel first, because Adam and Karla's relationship actually began nine years early in section one of Masters--and continued to grow in Angel.

The 115,000-word novel, second in the Rescue Me series,  

Nobody's Angel is available for $2.99 NOW at
Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords,
BookStrand, and All Romance eBooks.

 

MASTERS AT ARMS (only 99 cents!), the

introduction and first novel in the RESCUE ME series,

is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, 

All Romance eBooks, Bookstrand,

and at Smashwords. 

Kally loves to add new friends 

on Facebook and Goodreads. 
Or follow her on Twitter.

 

The Non-Six Sunday: Master Adam binds Karla

Six Sentence Sunday is on a break today, so this chica is going to go wild and give you a mega-excerpt from Nobody's Angel. I've been working on Master Adam and Karla's romance (Nobody's Hero--due out in December). You can keep up with my daily progress with the meter at the upper-righthand side of my blog. I'd say Adam and Karla are the favorites of 90 percent of my readers, so, when I asked which scene to post here today, a Facebook reader asked me to share this one.

You've read the beginning of this scene in a couple of my recent Six Sentence Sunday blogs, but now you'll get to read the rest of it. This was the first time I'd written a BDSM scene for Adam and Karla (separately or together), so it was very revealing for the author, as well. My characters don't reveal much to me until I place them in a scene. Then, watch out! (Oh, Karla's not singing in this scene, but she IS wearing this top. Yesterday, while working on Nobody's Hero, Adam commented to her that he likes her in red. Needless to say, she's heading to Denver's "hootchie shops" on Broadway soon to do some shopping!)

"Thank you, Sir." Adam heard the catch in her voice.

Aw, hell. She sounded as if she'd been crying. Feeling like a heel, Adam slung the rope over his shoulder and walked around to stand in front of her. This most likely was Karla's first time in bondage of any kind and he wasn't even treating her with the respect he'd show a favorite dog. Time to put his wants and needs on a back burner and focus on the wannabe sub standing before him.

He placed his finger under her chin, and tilted her head up to meet his gaze, but she kept her eyes averted. He cupped her cheeks and used his thumb pads to wipe away the tears. She must have found waterproof mascara, because there was no trail this time, as there had been so many times before when she'd cried. He grinned.

"Look at me, Karla."

She blinked several times and raised her gaze.

"I apologize for speaking so harshly. This is your first time, isn't it?"

Karla blinked again and her eyes opened wider. After a moment, as if understanding finally dawned, she nodded.

"Thank you for allowing me to be your first. I'll do better binding your arms than I did your hair. I promise."

When she smiled, the vise that had constricted his heart for nearly a decade began to loosen a bit. His groin only grew tighter, but he had enough control over his body not to let his dick rule his other head.

He knew he was supposed to be demonstrating for the others, but his focus shifted to Karla. Only Karla. Her big blue eyes looked at him with so much trust.

"As I'm tying, don't let me pull further than your comfort level. If it hurts or is too tight, just say 'yellow" and I'll back up a bit. You understand that pain isn't the goal here?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." Her smile quavered and he tried to keep his attention away from her lips. He stroked her bare arms in long, gentle strokes. "I want you to relax. Take a slow, deep breath and release all the tension from your body."

Adam watched her breasts rise as she followed his instructions, visibly relaxing her shoulders and arms. He took a slow deep breath of his own.

"The technique I'm going to use is called Teppou. It means gun because, when I'm finished, the shape of the tie and the placement of your hands will look like a gun slung diagonally across your back. Now, are you ready?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

Her appreciation before he'd even started warmed some cold place inside him. "Good. I want you to embrace the rope. Find release through restraint. I think you'll understand more as we go along. Give me your right wrist."

She presented her arm to him, a most precious gift, and he accepted it, taking her delicate wrist in his hand. Her skin was cool and he wrapped his hand around her tiny wrist a moment to infuse his warmth into her.

Taking the rope from his shoulder, he released her wrist and made a single-column tie, secure but not tight. He stepped behind her and lifted her arm until it was at a forty-five degree angle, her fingertips pointing toward the corner of the ceiling. He supported her outstretched upper arm just below her elbow, took the loose end of the rope, and pulled, gently drawing her wrist backward and down as if she were reaching behind her to draw a bow from a quiver. The gracefulness of the movement and the trust she placed in him touched him beyond words.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded.

Adam pulled her elbow out, away from her face, and bound her wrist to her upper arm. Her flesh trembled—or was it his own fingers? Once he had secured the tie there, he took her left hand and gently twisted it behind her back, extending it upward until it was directly below her other hand, separated by about six inches, with her palm facing outward.

"Are you in any pain or discomfort?"

"No, Sir."

"If you become uncomfortable, what do you say?"

"Yellow, Sir."

"Good girl."

Adam pulled the end of the rope from her upper arm and wrapped it around her forearm and then around her upper arm. He adjusted the rope, pulling tighter as he repositioned her upper elbow to keep the line of the "gun" right, and made several more loops around the right arm and elbow.

She had an incredibly flexible body, probably because she was still so young. She would make an excellent demonstration partner at the club.

Fuck. Like that was going to happen.

He brought the rope back down to her lower arm, weaving it through the pattern numerous times and making quick work of the remaining loops. The sooner he finished, the better. He secured the end and his hand caressed the ropes and her hands. "Beautiful, pet."

Realizing how he'd addressed her, he was shocked out of the scene. He circled around to stand in front of her. Her breasts were pushed out even more from the position of her arms, nipples hard, pressing against the bra cups of the low-cut top. If he'd thought this position would be less intimate, he'd been sorely mistaken.

"You did well, hon." He cupped her cheek and she leaned into him, closing her eyes and causing his dick to throb.

Angelina whispered, "If I smoked, I'd want a cigarette right now. That was incredibly…hot."

Adam turned in time to see Marc swat her backside and whisper, "Quiet, cara. Don't intrude on their scene."

Adam cleared his throat. "It wasn't a scene, just a demonstration." He saw the hurt in Karla's face, but needed to put some distance between them again. Stepping away, he said, "Marc, take a picture for Karla to see later."

Because I don't plan on having another demonstration with her anytime soon.

The 115,000-word novel, second in the Rescue Me series, Nobody's Angel is available for $2.99 NOW at
Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords,
BookStrand, and All Romance eBooks.

 

MASTERS AT ARMS (only 99 cents!), the

introduction and first novel in the RESCUE ME series,

is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, 

All Romance eBooks, Bookstrand,

and at Smashwords. 

Kally loves to add new friends 

on Facebook and Goodreads. 
Or follow her on Twitter.

 

Six Sunday: Master Marc Tells About Going OFP

This is an excerpt from my recent release, Nobody's Angel, where Master Adam has finally gotten Master Marc where he wants him and is trying to get some answers from the emotionally blocked Master Marc.

The Grant mentioned is a fellow Marine and now Mistress Grant, a Domme at the Masters at Arms Club. (Her book will be Nobody's Home, number six in the Rescue Me series, and due out by September/October of next year. That'll be my first FemDom book--and her alpha malesub is going to be the perfect match for her. They served together in a Black Ops organization of some type for several years after Grant's and his regular stints in the service ended.)

In this scene, Master Adam is reading Master Marc the riot act for lying to Angelina (a no-no for good Doms). Adam's also grilling Marc on why he's been so messed up lately and Marc's unloading all kinds of things, including a time in his past when he went OFP with a woman in a BDSM scene. (OFP is a Marine term meaning Own Fucking Plan, where you don't follow the set plan or mission but do what you want. In this context, it's the result of not renegotiating a scene, even though he hadn't been with the woman for a couple of years. He's remembering the scene in Masters at Arms where the gold digger Melissa shows up on his doormat and the resulting orgasm torture scene I shared in this blog a couple months ago.)

We're in Marc's point-of-view, but Adam is speaking first.

 

"Doesn't sound as harsh as the punishment I'd have given her for that stunt at Gino's funeral, but I find most subs aren't traumatized by a good paddling or a little orgasm torture—once it's over anyway."

Marc remembered a demonstration in the club's medical room where Adam and Grant had shown the technique to a younger Dom who wanted to try orgasm torture on his sub. Grant, who had served with Marc's Marine recon unit, wouldn't bottom for anyone but her former top sergeant, Adam. But if she hadn't been restrained so securely on that table, Adam could have kissed goodbye the ability to ever obtain an erection again, because she'd have delivered a well-placed kick to his cock and balls—somewhere after about the fifth orgasm in ten or fifteen minutes.

He realized Adam was waiting for him to continue. "I went OFP that night." 

Each week, the new listing of Six Sentence Sunday (SSS) blogs goes live at about 9 a.m. EDT Sunday. This is a great way to find new authors to follow or read! For a list of this week's participants in the SSS blog tour, go to http://www.sixsunday.com/. Search #sixsunday on Twitter, as well!

The 115,000-word novel, second in the Rescue Me series, Nobody's Angel is available for $2.99 NOW at
Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, BookStrand, and All Romance eBooks.

 

MASTERS AT ARMS (only 99 cents!), the

introduction and first novel in the RESCUE ME series, 

is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, 

All Romance eBooks, Bookstrand,

and at Smashwords. 

Kally loves to add new friends 

on Facebook and Goodreads. 
Or follow her on Twitter.

 

Nobody's Angel is Available Now! Here's the Playlist

If it's Sept. 30, it must be release day for Nobody's Angel, book 2 in the Rescue Me series (and my first actual Romance novel). 

Before I give you the links to purchase (or to download the first few chapters at Smashwords), please be sure you read Masters at Arms first. It's the introduction to the series and will make the reading of the romances SO much better if you know where these three men came from and how they formed their bond that led to starting their BDSM Club. (And two of them actually met their ladies in that book.) For a free download of Masters at Arms, use coupon code QV99H at Smashwords (good through Oct. 10).

(Keep scrolling down--the playlist for the book
is included in this blog. Hope it inspires you, too!)

Yes, the cocky, wealthy playboy Dom, Marc D'Alessio, is about to be brought to his knees by Angelina Giardano, who will breach his defenses. The Italian woman (you know that's one of the hard limits for Marc to begin with) will force him to break all of the rules that have kept his life on an even keel (and his heart under his control). 

The short description for Nobody's Angel:

When Marc d'Alessio rescued beautiful Angelina Giardano from an abusive Dom at his fetish club, he never imagined she'd upend his safe, controlled world. Then his search-and-rescue partner, widower Luke Denton, tells him Angelina is the angel his dead wife has sent to him to move on with his life. Marc knows only he can fulfill Angelina's sexual needs, but he can't provide her with the love and stability she should have. He also won’t let her come between him and his friend, after what happened with his brother and the first woman he loved. When the abusive Dom turns his sights on Angelina again, she turns to Marc for protection…and learns a submissive has power, too.

Nobody's Angel is available at
Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords.

Playlist for Nobody's Angel

Now for some fun. As those who follow me on Facebook and Twitter know (and if you don't--send me a friend/follow request!), I am inspired by music when I write. Each character has his or her theme songs, and certain songs evoke the emotions of particular scenes or characters. So, I thought I'd share the "playlist" for Nobody's Angel. 

Master Marc's theme song is heartbreaking, but exactly how he feels. Of course, Marc was born and lived his first decade in the Lombardy region of Italy, so he has no trouble understanding the Bocelli version. For those (like me!) who don't understand the Italian, the English lyrics are at the bottom of this blog post. (Por Amor, by Andrea Bocelli)

Master Marc loves the wilderness. He can't stand being confined inside running a business, so he hired a manager for his outfitter company and he takes care of the adventure treks for clients. This song inspired a particular scene with him where he has an epiphany, but also just epitomizes what he gets from his time in the wilderness. (To the Wild Country, by John Denver. Just replace Alaska with Colorado--even if there is an extra syllable.) 

Angelina Giardano gave BDSM a try once, to disastrous results. While she wants nothing more to do with exploring that lifestyle, she is plagued by an angel-man-wolf who comes to her in her dreams and rescues her from her bad scene. And then she meets Marc D'Alessio and can't understand why he reminds her so much of her dream lover. (Daydreams, by Jane Olivor)

But this song speaks to Angelina, as well, as well as to the book itself. Angels are a theme in this book, from start to finish!  (Angel, by Sarah McLachlan)

Luke Denton's wife died seven years ago in an accident that also took the life of a Search-and-Rescue worker he later discovers was Angelina's father. He's been plagued with guilt ever since, but his wife has come to him in a dream to tell him she is sending him an angel; it's time for him to move on. When he meets Angelina soon after, he's certain she's the one. (No One, by Mark Anthony)

Now for some specific scenes. When Angelina's father died, she later donated his beloved Dean Martin collection to her friend, Rico, for his bar's vintage jukebox. A few days before his death, her papa taught her to dance to Volare and when Marc chooses that song to dance to with her, she's brought to tears. (Volare, by Dean Martin)

He follows up with "You belong to Me," which conjures up thoughts of domestic death for Angelina. No way does she want to be some traditional Italian man's idea of the ideal wife. Not that she knows him well enough to know what he would expect in a wife. She figures her biological clock is on overdrive. (You Belong to Me, Dean Martin)

When all hope is lost, this song spoke to me (and Master Marc). This video isn't about romantic love, but it's the lyrics I love. (Goodbye, by Air Supply)

In a favorite scene of mine, Karla sings this at the club one night. While the words apply to her and Master Adam (as most of her songs do, not that he'd notice), Angelina's heart has been broken by Master Marc and they mean a lot to her, too. (Spellbound, by Lacuna Coil, an Italian Goth rock band--this was the closest I could get to correct lyrics, but they still messed up on them)

Nobody's Angel will give the Master Adam and Karla fans some delightful (and tragic) glimpses into their fledgling, still one-sided relationship. In the beginning of the book, she is singing this song to him at the club. While she was his siren at the end of Masters at Arms during her audition, he clearly is the siren spoken of in most of this song--touch me not. (Song to the Siren, by Sinead O'Connor) 

A little later in the story, Karla is singing this song to Master Adam during a scene orchestrated by Master Marc that was so much fun to write, and where I got my first glimpse of Luke as a Dom. *melt* (Poison, by Beyonce) 

Master and Adam's relationship will take a major turn in this book. This song works as a theme for them both in parts, but I hear Karla in most of the lyrics. both of them are guardians--and you will find out in Nobody's Angel why she followed him to Lake Michigan that cold Thanksgiving Day nine years ago--and why she was compelled to tell him she loved him. This song inspired several scenes in this book. *chills* (Guardian Angel, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus)

And here are the English lyrics to Por Amor, Master Marc's song and a theme song for Nobody's Angel, as well.

FOR LOVE (Por Amor)

I know your road,
every step you will make,
your closed anxieties and emptiness,
stones you will dismiss
without ever thinking that,
like rock, I return in you…

I know your every breath,
all you do not want.
You know well you do not live,
you cannot recognize it,
and it would be as if
this fiery sky
were to fall back within me
like a scene on an actor…

For love,
have you ever done anything
only for love?
Have you ever defied the wind and
cried out,
divided the heart itself,
paid and bet again,
behind this obsession
that remains only mine?

For love,
have you ever run breathless
for love,
lost and started again?
And you have to say now
how much of yourself you have
committed,
how much you have believed
in this lie,
and it would be as if
this river in flood
rose up again to me
like Indian ink to the artist.

For love,
have you ever spent everything,
reason, your pride, 

up to the tears?
You know tonight I remain.
I have no pretext,
only an obsession
that is still strong and mine
inside the soul you tear away.
And I tell you now,
sincere with myself,
how much it costs to know
you are not mine,
and it would be as if
all this sea
drowned in me