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"Ma tundsin sinust puudust."
"Mina tundsin sinust ka puudust. Ma olin aastaid haavatud."
Audrey langetas �rnalt klaverikaane. Mees t�mbas s�rmed �ra. Audrey neelatas kuuldavalt ja ta ilme muutus p�halikult t�siseks.
"Mina olen ikka veel haavatud, Louis," sosistas ta, h�benedes sellisest valust r��kidagi.
"Ma tean." Mees t�usis ja v�ttis Audrey embusse. Naine p�imis k�ed mehe piha �mber ja toetas pea ta �lale. Mees tundus soe ja pehme ning kindlust pakkuv. Siis tundis ta, kuidas mehe s�rmed t�mbasid n�elad ta juustest, nii et lokid p��sesid vabadusse ja langesid kosena �le selja. Louis surus need oma pihku ja hingas sisse naiselikku l�hna, mis nendes peitus, ning tundis juuste siidisust oma n�o vastas.
"Oh Audrey," �hkas ta. "Ma olen elanud viimase kaheteistk�mne aasta iga minuti selle hetke nimel. Ma olen taas elus."
"Miks sa mind ei oodanud?"
"Sest ma teadsin, et sellest ei tule midagi v�lja, ja ma ei suutnud taluda sinu l�heduses olemist, kui sa ei kuulu mulle."
"Aga Louis," vaidles Audrey vastu ja meenutas siis oma vestlust Cicelyga. Louis ei suutnud asjadega toime tulla, kui need viltu vedasid. Audrey t�mbus eemale ja vaatas mehele otsa. "Ma olen sind alati armastanud. Sa lahkusid koos osakesega minust, k�ige olulisema osaga minust, ilma sinuta polnud ma terviklik. Seej�rel Cecil...Cecil..."
"Ma tean. Cecil j�i kindlaks ja ustavaks, ta oli k�ike seda, mida mina oleksin pidanud olema. Ma l�ksin sinu juurest �ra, kui sa mind k�ige rohkem vajasid, ja ma kahetsen seda. Aga ma ei saa oma loomuse vastu. Ma saan seda vaid hiljem kahetseda."
"Nii et sa ei s��dista mind?"
"Ei, ma ei s��dista sind," vastas mees ja ta n�ole valgus lai naeratus. Audrey naeratas vastu ja puudutas �li�rnalt Louis' n�gu, nii nagu ema hellitab last, nii nagu naine hellitab armsamat. "Ma palun andeks."
"Sa saad andeks. Ma pole sinu peale kunagi vihane olnud." Audrey naeris ja p�imis k�ed taas ta �mber. "Ma olen nii �nnelik, et sa tagasi oled. Ma vajan sind nii v�ga. Mul on sulle nii palju r��kida."
"Tule homme minuga maale," pakkus mees. "Siin on nii l�mmatav."
"Mida me Cecilile �tleme?"
"Ta ei saa teada. Ta on t��l."
"Me peame selgitama, kus me oleme olnud."
"Miks? Te ju peaaegu et ei r��gigi omavahel. Tema eeldab lihtsalt, et sa olid koos ema v�i t�diga. Ilmselt ta isegi ei k�si."
"Ma m�tlen midagi v�lja," vastas naine heatujuliselt.
"Tore. Ma kohtasin Mehhikos �hte meest, kellel on linna l�hedal kariloomade rantso. Paari tunniga oleksime seal kohal."
"Kas teda v�ib usaldada?"
"Usalda mind, mu arm," lausus mees Audreyt �nnejoovastusega vaadates. Siis suudles ta naist. Louis' suu oli pehme ja Audrey vajus ta keha vastu, hoidis teda k�vasti, nii et nende s�damed tuksusid �hes taktis muusikaga nende hinges. See ei tundunud vale. Audrey oli abielus ja tema ustavus abikaasale oli olnud k�igutamatu. Aga Louis'ga koos tundus k�ik �ige.
"Kas Ceciliga on asjad kunagi �iged tundunud?" k�sis Louis ja Audrey vastas ausalt.
"See on alati tundunud kompromissina. Mina andsin talle oma k�e, aga mitte s�dame. Mu s�da on alati sinule kuulunud."
Louis suudles teda taas ja sulges silmad. Taas kord tantsisid nad Palermo munakivisillutisega t�navatel t�hti t�is tipitud tumesinise taeva all.

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I was on the train today and some old guy sat behind me and ate garlic for forty minutes. I came home and I've been smelling like a vampire slayer for the rest of the evening.


I was on the bus the other day and I burst into laughter (it always happens when I'm alone and in a crowded place and everybody else is quiet). I remember how when M came back from her trip in August, then the first day we got together, we went to Harju Hill to sit and chat.
M gave me some beautiful stuff she had brought me (including a book "La Bella Figura", about what I intend to blog someday) and then she said: Damn, I really need a drink. And she took a vodka bottle out of her purse and chug-a-lugged it down pure. I did the same & admitted I can't feel the taste of vodka at all anymore, it's like...water. Seriously, it doesn't burn my throat or nothing like that.
We continued chatting and suddenly we see this guy about 200 metres from us, kneeling on a sloaping hillside and taking pictures of us.
I looked behind to see if there was anything interesting but no...only the wall of a house. So he really really was zooming on us!
We raised our tired eyes and looked at eachother. Then M said: who cares. And I nodded.
The creep continued taking pics and we continued passing the vodka. 2 blondes at midday, drinking pure vodka. What is there to photograph?!
Later M said that one day we'll probably find ourselves on someone's blog and everybody's commenting us.
When they guy left then I eyed him and said to myself - if he looks back then he was really here because of us...and guess what. Just before going down the stairs, he looked straight into my babyblues. There you go. I hope he got nice pics and I hope he knows how to photoshop. :)

It's -insert day of the week- and for no particular reason I thought I'd post a bit and then dye my nails raspberry sorbet. The nailcolour actually even smells like that, allthough my friend P told me it stinks like waterproof highlighter. Well, she has always this kind of negative-ironical attitude and I am stubborn so we make a perfect team and I still love Maybelline.

I found this weird little poem thing that i had wrote ages ago.

She told me she likes it when bassline almos hurts her ears through the plugs
She told me she likes it when her clothes are so small it feels like constant snugs

She told me she likes it when music makes the floor of her kitchen move
She told me she likes it when pure grass makes her body groove

She told me she likes it when her eyes become so blurry there's nothing she sees
She told me she likes it when she's no drunk she cant feel when she pees

She told me she likes it when she forgets everything and
She told me she likes it when its only her plus the band

She told me she likes it when its warm outside during the night
She told me she likes it when she doesnt have to ..but she might

She told me she likes it when its only her in the bed
She told me she likes it when with smoke she is fed

By the way, I went to my childhood friend mother's art exhibition opening the other day. It was called "1001" and what she basically did was embroid 1001 little pillows, each provided with a date and her initials.
They were really beautiful, I've seen her embroid some of them over the years and it was cool to remember seeing her choosing the pearls etc.
I liked the pillow which looked like a penis, and the one that had our former prime ministers' (Juhan Parts') picture on it.
I also stumbled on my relatives and I managed to whine how difficult uni is for me.

I'm studying international relations, so it means I have to sit for hours and hours in politics lectures and so on. The subject itself really interests me, but it also makes me realise how dumb I am. Especially while sitting in the library and trying to read 4 different books on administrative law and thinking what the shit administrative law means.

ps. If you want to listen to something beautiful, then try Scarlett Johanson "Anywhere I Lay My Head" :)

I talked to a boy who designed a watch for himself and I decided to do the same. In 30minutes I designed a watch that the poor designerboy will die making. :)


big version: http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a215/Briccy777/ByStella.jpg

kiss - kiss

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