I mentioned in an previous entry that Eve had the figure of a classical goddess and in this regard the best comparison is somewhat with the figure of the statue of Venus the Milo in the museum Louvre in Paris, France. The fact that the statue has no arms anymore add even more to the erotic glance of this work of art because you have the feeling (at ( Read more... )

It took some time but now it's there with 200 of his works. The amazing thing about Magritte is, that he has so many masterpieces in a nevertheless difficult style, surrealism. Each time I'm baffled about how these works can affect you and that despite their mysteriousness looks so familiar. I understand so easily the things you don't understand in ( Read more... )

One of the finest makers of poetry in the renaissance period is the French poetess Louise Labé. A recent study by Mireille Huchon (Louise Labé, une creature de papier - a creation on paper)states that she was invented by a number of poets of that period. For me her poetry is typical for a feministic woman of that time, a bit provocative, but that ( Read more... )

Recently I visited an art exhibition with wonderful sculptures by different artists. There was one work of art that strongly took my attention: a young woman standing, the subject somewhat unclear but that doesn’t matter, simply made I think just to enjoy how fascinating the artist transformed the cold marble into a vibrant female figure with a ( Read more... )

She worked a few weeks at the office and I noticed her several times as a lovely, nice and beautiful girl, at first nothing special, like a few others girls or women with the same qualities, at work and in my free time. But what happened that made all the changes to me? I am thinking of it, sitting in my garden, reading a book on which I found it ( Read more... )

“For once I don’t feel like a clumsy, sweaty, boyish little girl. I’ve never felt more like a woman. His considerate strokes change to him savagely pounding into me. I’m wailing, actually wailing, because it feels so fantastic. Soooo good. My eyes close and my head rolls back against the wall as he f** me, hard and fast. In and out. In and out.” ( Read more... )

A poem that states perfectly my state of mind towards Eve is W. Wordsworth ‘A true woman’.

A true woman

She was a phantom of delight

When first she gleamed upon my sight;

A lovely apparition, sent

To be a moment’s ornament;

Her eyes as stars of twilight fair,

Like twilight’s too, her dusky hair;

But all things else about her drawn

From May-time and the ( Read more... )

Not seeing Eve for quite some time is beginning to have effect on me, especially I recently met her look-alike nearly every day. Not seeing and meeting Eve means also a decline of my condition because the contact with her gave incredible stimuli for me. Since that contact is gone for at least two years I am beginning to feel it. But as I said, the ( Read more... )

One day the director of our office told Eve to organise an information afternoon for people on the matter of social assistance. She had no experience at all in this and I saw her sitting at the office, not knowing what to do. She wore her typical long dress with the all revealing out cuts. I felt so much to do with her and I couldn’t hold myself, ( Read more... )

After making some order in my personal library (which contains more than 4000 books) I stumbled upon some poetry that I have bought a few years ago and now is getting more and more unfound able:  French love poetry, in my opinion the best there is; not so particular the poetry from the romantic period, but from the renaissance with poets like ( Read more... )