First writing assignment: Narrative
The bittersweet
“she’s not here, and I’d rather see her lovely
step, her sparkling glance and her face than gaze on
all the troops in Lydia in their chariots and
glittering armor”
(Sappho)
Once more I was waiting for you. Every night, after the house was sleeping and the only sound that we could hear was the sea, I was waiting for you near me. Your walking was the rhythm of my heart and, for me, listen you coming to me, was the only reason for that beautiful night.
And you came. You got into my room, wearing the most softly silk in the hole word. Looking into your yes, I took out your clothes, and then I could see your young body, drew by the moonlight. So, I closed my eyes and asked the Gods for the eternity of that night.
I felt. I felt each inch of your body. Your skin was like the softest silk in the world. Your lips, touching my lips, had the taste of the purest honey in the world. And our hands toughing ours bodies were like the touch of a thousand angels, flying around us.
Oh Eros! The sweetest!
Once more the night flew away. The moments that we were together, in my room, passed by us fast as it should not be. Oh my love! This bittersweet feeling! Oh God! I give you the eternity of my poems; I could sell you my soul, for the eternity of this wonderful night! Do not take this moment of me!
Oh Apollo! The bitter!
And all came to the same old world. My room became cold without you here. My veins did not have life. Once more I will wait a day long for being with you, waiting you to bring my life again, and became true the possibility of feeling the sweetest taste of your lips! Oh my sweet!
