tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64556785308400818442024-02-08T12:15:59.005-08:00CATEGORIES, a TagNovelSérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-63506823171741520332009-04-10T14:53:00.001-07:002009-04-10T15:44:32.826-07:00XY2: You don't have to do that if you don't want to.Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-82986655668894510672009-04-10T06:11:00.001-07:002009-04-13T17:11:02.927-07:00And I even see her hair getting wet over her neck, and the colors and her breath also appeals to me as something I love. Something I could hold with hands, but not for long. She’s resistant. When I sly my face, smooth as hers, over her cheek, she gives it up, as this texture reminds her how look-a-like we are. She crumbles as she would crumble to the one she most loves. She crumbles as she would crumble to herself.Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-21740068252629553722009-04-10T06:05:00.000-07:002009-04-10T12:23:11.157-07:00XY: When you talk like that. When you grin like that. When I know that anything I do will only make you laugh, because it's the nature of my rage towards this little job of yours that makes you chuckle... I know that you grin on nervousness... because you know that I can slap you right now and you will laugh, black-and-white, so you can start crying all of a sudden. If I grasp your job with my hands would you blow me? Oh, sorry. You're not THAT kind of person. Well, neither the other kind.Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-10601826186198224282009-04-10T06:04:00.000-07:002009-04-10T06:05:12.186-07:00XY: Colors of a young summer, waves, elfic spices, woods, green grass, fresh and warm youth love. I am a man, with an open heart for her, and the idea of strength, preciousness and a humble redemption impacts us with a different heart beat.<br />I think "it's her", and that weakens me, as a more intense pulse on my heart. A true hot shiver on knowing that I was exactly with the one I intent to be. And even to me, the honesty of my feelings was impressive.Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-20439341319283989662009-04-10T06:03:00.002-07:002009-04-27T03:37:03.542-07:00"I approach and embrace steadily her firm and smooth body. Many colors appear and our faces - both smooth, childish faces - go closer. She touches my face and moves me an inch away, and sees me. I see her reddish skin on her cleavage. Firm, tender, fresh skin breasts.<br />I see her eyes, red hair under sunlight. Textures of skin, lips, rouge tones, strawberry and leave’s scents. She sees my mouth and my eyes, the contrast of blue and red vivid tones.<br />Slips a fingertip over my lips. I put it on my mouth with gentle and firm suction. We approach towards the kiss with her fingertips still between our mouths. It gets wet, tasty, warm.<br />I take off my shirt and she knows why. And that gives shivers on both of us."Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-29276277467473060932009-04-10T06:03:00.001-07:002009-04-10T06:03:50.241-07:00Our ambitions, our personal interests, our misunderstandings are aside. No ordinary discussions are permitted. It is a moment of one dimension - it is a single battle, and the field is nothing but all there is.Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-32092633984402238552009-04-10T05:58:00.002-07:002009-04-10T06:03:32.471-07:00Lying down, she tumbles over the bed, like a chess piece that falls doing what is right to do along the play's course.<br /> Following her, I also lay down flowing with the continuous flux of our conversation. I hear my words, I can imagine my lip's movement and with eyes fixed on hers, I call her to realize the image: the sunray is still there through the curtains, lighting the place, and I'm golden hair on tan skin.<br />On that moment, the waltz gets linear arrowed to the direction of fusion.Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-70661978875833041232009-04-10T05:58:00.001-07:002009-11-17T17:20:06.775-08:00XY2: Call me.Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-34564706378635971252009-04-10T05:43:00.001-07:002009-04-10T05:48:54.491-07:00XY: How would you name our children?<br />XX: I don't know. <br /><br />XX: Why do people have children, anyway?<br />XY: I don't know.<br /><br />XY: I'd like to have children after I have it all figured out.<br />XX: All what?<br />XY: Who I am. Which kind of person I am. What is my greatest fear. In some cultures, this is the goal on life. Knowing your fear. <br />XX: What does have to do with our children?<br />XY: I want to know what kind of kids I will raise.<br />XX: Hum. But you can't know that.Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-85515867414620430722009-04-10T05:42:00.001-07:002009-04-10T05:58:51.920-07:00XX: It wasn't flirting, that's my job, you know I'm not that kind of person.Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-35061241085183419722009-04-10T05:38:00.001-07:002009-04-10T05:40:47.830-07:00XY: What do you expect? I can't be OLDER than you all of a sudden. I can't be SENIOR EXECUTIVE at my age. Neither can you. So, maybe you got on the track earlier than me. Congratulations. YOU HAVE TO SUCCEED, I know. And I admit that I've been a little over the top. I don't know what to do with my career, I don't know what I want to do with my life. Maybe open a company, maybe be a taxi driver in Dublin, I don't really care.Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-12617064235655686612009-04-10T05:37:00.000-07:002009-04-10T05:38:30.720-07:00XY: I quit my job.Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-84136129633697811862009-04-10T05:34:00.000-07:002009-05-06T15:24:11.597-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>XX: You know how much it means to me. It's my profession, it's what I will do for the rest of my life, it's not anymore a matter of living on Walden Pond, I can't afford that, I told you, I can't afford to have a profession that I don't like and I can't afford to keep myself left behind, people are working, they are going out, on my profession going out is part of the job, yes, I am that kind of job, I am not my profession, but my profession is me, my job function is unique, it's me, and this has nothing to do with money, it was to do with being famous without money, I'm broke but I'm trendy, that matters more to me; yes, I am this kind of person, and I take it seriously and with a tight set of rules!Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-65718080395398010082009-04-10T05:23:00.000-07:002009-04-10T05:43:00.938-07:00XX: You know your mother will be there and you should take her a gift.<br />XY: Maybe, yes. I don't know. I used to give her mugs on special occasions. Maybe a another one.<br />XX: Yes, that sounds nice.<br />XY: I don't know if you're going to like them.<br />XX: I bet I will.<br />XY: They're nice people. They will love you.<br />XX: Will she ask me about children?<br />XY: Maybe. But she's not going to pressure.<br />XX: I bet I will like her.<br />XY: You said that about your mother.<br />XX: You liked my mother.<br />XY: Even when she called me "Andrew".<br />XX: It was the soap-opera.<br />XY: It was your ex-boyfriend.Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-15020152113369902092009-04-10T04:39:00.000-07:002009-05-06T15:21:01.259-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Marianne's party was almost boring at that time.<br /><br /></span>XY: Hi.<br />XX: Hi.<br />XX: You with Amanda?<br />XY: No. I mean -- yes. I came with her. I mean -- we work together and she invited me. To her birthday.<br />XX: Yes, me too.<br />XY: You a friend of her?<br />XX: Yeah. We... went to school together. I'm the former-classmate-cool-to-still-hangout-with kind of person. I guess you are the workmate-kind-of-person-to-be-invited-to-the-party. D'you have a lighter?<br />XY: Yea. Here.<br />XX: Hum. Thanks.<br />XY: So, what do you do?<br />XX: I'm a prostitute.<br />XY: ---!?<br />XX: I'm kidding. Look at your face. It's just this cigarrete. I can't think of any profession more charming than this one, with this cigarrete.<br />XY: A nun, maybe?<br />XX: You think?<br />XY: With the cigarrete, maybe, yeah.<br />XX: Nun's a profession a bit unpopular nowadays.<br />XY: Yes. Gotta have what it takes.<br />XX: That goes for prostitutes, too.<br />XY: So you're the kind of person that conceals the profession.<br />XX: I'm the kind of person that jokes about it. Are you the kind that does not understand jokes?<br />XY: No, I'm the other kind. Are you telling me your profession?<br />XX: Are you paying?<br />XY: ---!...<br />XX: You should see your face.<br />XY: You should see *your* face.<br />XX: I bet I should. Well. I work as a PR.<br />XY: For whom?<br />XX: Hum. For a restaurant. You really want to get in details? I'm not the kind of person that listens to one's whole like in a birthday party. What do you do?<br />XY: Well. I'm a programmer.<br />XX: Uh. EXCITING.<br />XY: Yea, it can be exciting.<br />XY: I had a girlfriend and we together moved a satellite, once.<br />XX: Hum. Well. Not the programming kind of person, then.<br />XY: No. Guess is the other kind of programming person.<br />XX: Is there another kind?<br />XY: Well, it's a group under development.<br />XX: You still love her?<br />XY: Not really. And you? Ex-boyfriend, actual boyfriend, husband?<br />XX: Not really. My last relationship ended like a year ago. Lasted for two years.<br />XY: Haven't been with anyone since then? --I mean. No?<br />XX: Not really. I'm not the kind of person that hangs with someone else just for fun. I had my share. I'm the kind of person that really takes on what age offers.Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-20274698854895692152008-04-10T05:21:00.000-07:002009-05-06T15:19:22.714-07:00XX: I fell for a colleage for a while, but I got over it. Passion makes a mess out of everything. You lose your cash, you lose your schedules, you might lose your job. You definetely lose your identity.<br />XY: Hum. Yes. It seems you start a little like someone else, that's true. I also tend to keep things on tracks. Keep it rational.<br />XX: Do you tend to be rational?<br />XY: Hum. Emotionally rational.<br />XX: You do realize that we are doing what I just criticized? Trying to elect each other for a relationship.<br />XY: Don't people do it all the time.<br />XX: YES. WHY?<br />XY: I can only speak for myself.<br />XX: And your opinion is...?<br />XY: I want to know someone to go to the supermarket with, to go to the beach, take a cool shower after that and have passionate sex. That too much?<br />XX: Hum. I want a good job but I don't work all the time.<br />XY: Gotta keep betting, though.<br />XX: We're getting a little CHATTY here, aren't we? You want to go to dance?<br />XY: Why not?Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-75286330993069089542007-04-10T05:29:00.000-07:002009-05-06T15:23:16.720-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">They were serving beluga on that Thursday on the restaurant, but she wasn't late.<br /><br /></span>XX: Be welcome. I think I've seen you before, haven't I?<br />XY2: I'm not sure. I've been here before, but I can't recall.<br />XX: No, no. Not here... Maybe in another restaurant. I think so.<br />XY2: I'm always at the Brahman. The owner is my brother.<br />XX: Really? I think it was there. I've been on Marianne's party... the book release?<br />XY2: Of course. Marianne. Last semester. Terrific book ---I haven't read it yet, though, but don't tell her that.<br />XX: Hehe. I won't.<br />XX: Oh. They just warned me, your table is ready.<br />XY2: You should come to my brother's this Friday. He'll make a guisado. It's truly terrific.<br />XX: I guess I'll be at work...<br />XY2: C'mon... I have to introduce you to my brother. You're a spectacular hostess.Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6455678530840081844.post-25407782921821008122000-04-10T06:09:00.000-07:002009-04-27T03:35:37.541-07:00"Witnesses, actors and writers of the flowing scene we simply had to manage to perform. And we knew how to. There was no choice on that moment, it was simply accepting those parts.<br /><br />As fine art - or like what a fine work of art was meant to imitate, while being the genuine inspiration. Experienced as both art and life - minucious, detailed, composed as art and big, spontaneous, memorable as life. A contemporary urban elfic legend."Sérgio St. Tavareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14885356243522417673noreply@blogger.com0