ODA AL OBELISCO
Obelisco erguido en la calle
punta al cielo azul parada
imperturbable a las noches
y los dias
cuentame el misterio de tus suenios
dame tu infinita energia
abre tu ventana a mi
esperanza
traza la ruta purpura
al firmamento del amor
y la armonia
Carlos A. Levy
ficha tecnica: Avenida Corrientes mirando al rio
Domingo por la tarde
a la hora del sol poniente
11 de Agosto 1985
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Sacred Pleasures
Sacred Pleasures
Sunny afternoon in Paris; when we reached L’Opera Marij asked me to wait while she enquired something at a shop across the street. The architecture and people around the place offered a fantastic atmosphere so I did not mind waiting. Looking for a place to sit in the steps I noticed an interesting woman in her thirties, it did not seem to be any other empty spot so I sat next to her; when I took out the Pariscope from my coat, a paper flied out of it and landed next to her feet, she handed it to me and I managed to start a conversation. Adele said that she liked to practice her English so I suggested to exchange contacts, when I finished writing her phone I noticed that Marij was standing by my side, I introduced her to A. briefly and we say good-bye, we came to Paris for only a couple of days, it was time to move. After going around for many hours Marij went on her own and I reached the hotel exhausted.
As soon as I woke up Adele came to mind; I phoned her, she replied in such a friendly way that it was easy to propose breakfast together. Waiting for her at the cafe near Luxembourg Gardens I had time, finally, to take a look at the Pariscope; I noticed that in the afternoon there was an organ concert at five in Notre Dame; a similar concert that I have attended some time ago was a most extraordinary spiritual experience, I wondered if we could spend the day together and then attend the concert. Adele came and the conversation took its own course while we had coffee and croissants. After breakfast we walked in the Luxembourg Gardens and Adele told me about Sunday mornings when she was a child,
- We used to come here, just my Dad and me, I had Dad all for myself, my mother had him all week but on Sunday morning she would stay at home doing things while Dad and I came here. Dad is rather reserved, most of the time we were silent, but just by holding my hand as we walked he would make me feel loved.
I told Adele that I also had nice memories being in a park with my Dad
- Buenos Aires equivalent of Luxembourg Gardens is Palermo, there is where my parents used to take me on Sunday mornings; my glorious experience was the day my Dad taught me to ride the bicycle, he would run holding the bike’s seat and gradually letting it free while he encouraged me “Go, go! It s going well”.
We kept reviewing memories, movies, books and music until we started talking about our first kiss. It was funny that I remembered all the details but Adele had a very vague memory about it, maybe it happened when she was still at primary school; she had much more to tell me about two relationships she had more recently. As the conversation flowed easily I noticed how close we felt to each other. We had been walking for a while when we reached Saint Michelle. Adele suggested a small restaurant that was quite all right, the food inspired us to talk about sensuous pleasures; Adele was of the opinion that we pay very limited attention to beauty
- Take for example the effect of light on the trees; we do not stop to contemplate it, we appreciate it in paintings when we make time to go to a gallery or a museum but we had the opportunity to appreciate it almost every day if we just stand to watch it around us.
- What about the breeze? You don t get that at a museum!
- Precisely that is the point! How frequently do you sit to enjoy the breeze?
- Maybe you are right but without intending to change the subject of the conversation…
- (interrupting)… that is the signal that you are going to change it!
- No, I am not because I am going to talk about your perfume; I was going to ask its name.
- That is a secret, even if I reveal it would not be of any use, perfumes give a difference fragrance according with the person skin, that is to say that it would be different on her.
- What her?.... there is not any her.
- I meant Marij...
- Oh, I see... but she is not her!
- Most clear.
- I mean... she is a good friend.
- .. and you come together to Paris..
- Nothing special about it.
- Does it make sense to choose just a friend to visit Paris?
- It is better than to come alone.
- Is it really like that?
- Really, believe me. I am staying at a hotel and she stays with some family of hers. We will meet again tomorrow at la Gare du Nord to go back to Holland.
- Sorry, I did not want to intrude but I was curious and the joke about the perfume gave me the opportunity.
- It s okay, I’m curious myself...
- … so now you are going to claim your right to exercise your curiosity..
- .. .and now you are going to say that I am perfectly entitled..
- Shoot then; what do you want to know?
- Do you like organ music?
- What?! Is that your question?
- Not really, I wanted to ask you something else but it was not elegant to do it just like that...
- You are becoming dark and mysterious...
- Look, you did it in a smart way so I have to find an indirect way to ask...
- To ask what?
- If you are free.
- Yes, of course!
- Why of course?
- I don t know, it sounds well, besides, in France since 1789 we are all free.
- That is not what I mean... are you single?
- You were allowed one question and you had already used it, now you have to wait until I am curious again
- But that is not fair!
- One for you one for me; what could be more fair than that?
- Come now, two minutes ago you were a sensible person now your only purpose seems to tease me and you don’t care anymore for sensible talk.
- You are not getting mad at me, are you?
- No, I don t but I prefer when we understand each other even without using the precise word.
- I know what you mean but we need some fun now and then, otherwise you will fall asleep.
- Sorry, this is after lunch somnolence.
- Is this siesta time?
- It is indeed.
- Well, it seems that you will have to choose between my company and taking a nap.
- I would prefer to combine.
- Monsieur! You wrong me!
- You do not understand, that is not what I meant.
- Look for the precise words then. You were suggesting going to your hotel room yes or not?
- Yes but the idea was that while I doze off you could read a magazine or watch TV.
- I do not watch TV
- The hotel is nearby; we can pick up a magazine on our way.
- Seriously? Is that is what you meant?
- I am serious.
- Very well then; we shall see if you are as honest as you sound.
- Never trust appearances...
- Are you trying to make me change my mind?
- No, no, please; I could not refrain from making a joke.
- All right, but let us make a deal, no funny business in the room.
- Absolutely!
It was just like that, I did not try anything, I did not fantasize anything, and actually I was so relaxed that I did manage to sleep for a few minutes. When I woke up she was engrossed in the magazine…
- What are you reading?
- An article about reflexology
- It is amazing that every organ in our body can be activated by massaging the feet.
- You seem to know a lot about it.
- I took a course some time ago.
- But you don’t put it in practice.
- No, not professionally.
- What then?
- I do it for my friends, just for fun.
- Am I your friend?
- Yes, of course.
- Why did not you offer to me then?
- I was afraid you would think it was funny business.
- (ironically) or is it because I am not sexy?
- That is not right.
- Am I sexy?
- Well…
- You see!
- That is not what I mean...
- You keep repeating that! Is it possible for you to say once in a while, at least, what you actually mean?
- Yes
- Are you saying yes meaning that I am sexy?! That cannot be right. The fact is that I am not that sexy; otherwise you would not have being able to sleep a nap with me in the room.
- The observation is right but the conclusion is wrong.
- You would not had been able to have a nap, correct?
- Correct…
- … but you still insist that I am sexy?
- Yes but you are not the stereotype that comes to mind when ones talk about sexy women…
- What is wrong with the stereotype?
- She intimidates me
- That is the reason why you would not be able to sleep while a sexy woman is in the room, right?
- You are authentic and charming, there is something special about you that make me feel that this is perfectly natural situation in which I can act in a sensible way and enjoy the moment without wondering if this is the prelude to making love.
- Then, what is on your mind right now?
- At the moment, your feet, they are a temptation.
- You are reminding me that I forced you to offer the massage...
- No! you did not force me.
- I just helped you…
- To dare…
- All right then, give me time to wash my feet and then we will see how good your massage is.
-
There was time for me to think and the dilemma of choosing between Adele and the organ concert arose for the first time. The massage could lead or not to love making but in any case it would create an intimate atmosphere that I would not like to break. On the other hand, the concert meant much more than an aesthetic pleasure. There was no way out, it was necessary to make a choice, I was leaving for Holland on the following day, it was either Adele or the concert, but not both. I have reached that point when A. came back, I noticed that something had changed, I could not say what, maybe her attitude, the fact was that I had a sexy girl in front of me, a girl that I liked very much! Without noticing it I had made a choice, it was to have sexual rather than spiritual satisfaction. She laid down, I put one of her feet on my lap and started the massage, my mind was completely absorbed in the routine, identifying areas that gave her more pleasure; each moment the silent communication was becoming more intimate; this was indeed one of the sensuous pleasures we had being talking about. I cannot explain how at this moment something reminded me of Notre Dame; the dilemma reappeared with a strange consequence, the massage became more intense and Adele´s pleasure increased accordingly, the more I struggled in my inner self deeper became the sensuous feeling. I perceived that A. was opening up, probably in a way that she had never done before. I imagined that also inside her there were forces struggling against each other, she wanted a complete surrender and the joy associated with it. But fears and taboos were preventing that experience. Every second was so delightful that she would had prolonged that moment for hours but the desire to experience what she had not had felt before was stronger than anything else, the way to ecstasy was open, she started giving in, for the first time her tenderness blended with her strength and she expressed her joy in a long and loud cry. I myself felt a unique pleasure; it was so intense that I was completely satisfied, I could not understand it, but I did not have any interest in wondering what had happened in me, many years later a friend versed in Sexual Tao explained that men can have orgasm without ejaculation, even without intercourse, but at that moment all what I wanted was to embrace Adele. We stay in that embrace for quite a while until a nearby bell stroke four o clock. Yes! Yes! YES! we still had one hour to reach Notre Dame!
Sunny afternoon in Paris; when we reached L’Opera Marij asked me to wait while she enquired something at a shop across the street. The architecture and people around the place offered a fantastic atmosphere so I did not mind waiting. Looking for a place to sit in the steps I noticed an interesting woman in her thirties, it did not seem to be any other empty spot so I sat next to her; when I took out the Pariscope from my coat, a paper flied out of it and landed next to her feet, she handed it to me and I managed to start a conversation. Adele said that she liked to practice her English so I suggested to exchange contacts, when I finished writing her phone I noticed that Marij was standing by my side, I introduced her to A. briefly and we say good-bye, we came to Paris for only a couple of days, it was time to move. After going around for many hours Marij went on her own and I reached the hotel exhausted.
As soon as I woke up Adele came to mind; I phoned her, she replied in such a friendly way that it was easy to propose breakfast together. Waiting for her at the cafe near Luxembourg Gardens I had time, finally, to take a look at the Pariscope; I noticed that in the afternoon there was an organ concert at five in Notre Dame; a similar concert that I have attended some time ago was a most extraordinary spiritual experience, I wondered if we could spend the day together and then attend the concert. Adele came and the conversation took its own course while we had coffee and croissants. After breakfast we walked in the Luxembourg Gardens and Adele told me about Sunday mornings when she was a child,
- We used to come here, just my Dad and me, I had Dad all for myself, my mother had him all week but on Sunday morning she would stay at home doing things while Dad and I came here. Dad is rather reserved, most of the time we were silent, but just by holding my hand as we walked he would make me feel loved.
I told Adele that I also had nice memories being in a park with my Dad
- Buenos Aires equivalent of Luxembourg Gardens is Palermo, there is where my parents used to take me on Sunday mornings; my glorious experience was the day my Dad taught me to ride the bicycle, he would run holding the bike’s seat and gradually letting it free while he encouraged me “Go, go! It s going well”.
We kept reviewing memories, movies, books and music until we started talking about our first kiss. It was funny that I remembered all the details but Adele had a very vague memory about it, maybe it happened when she was still at primary school; she had much more to tell me about two relationships she had more recently. As the conversation flowed easily I noticed how close we felt to each other. We had been walking for a while when we reached Saint Michelle. Adele suggested a small restaurant that was quite all right, the food inspired us to talk about sensuous pleasures; Adele was of the opinion that we pay very limited attention to beauty
- Take for example the effect of light on the trees; we do not stop to contemplate it, we appreciate it in paintings when we make time to go to a gallery or a museum but we had the opportunity to appreciate it almost every day if we just stand to watch it around us.
- What about the breeze? You don t get that at a museum!
- Precisely that is the point! How frequently do you sit to enjoy the breeze?
- Maybe you are right but without intending to change the subject of the conversation…
- (interrupting)… that is the signal that you are going to change it!
- No, I am not because I am going to talk about your perfume; I was going to ask its name.
- That is a secret, even if I reveal it would not be of any use, perfumes give a difference fragrance according with the person skin, that is to say that it would be different on her.
- What her?.... there is not any her.
- I meant Marij...
- Oh, I see... but she is not her!
- Most clear.
- I mean... she is a good friend.
- .. and you come together to Paris..
- Nothing special about it.
- Does it make sense to choose just a friend to visit Paris?
- It is better than to come alone.
- Is it really like that?
- Really, believe me. I am staying at a hotel and she stays with some family of hers. We will meet again tomorrow at la Gare du Nord to go back to Holland.
- Sorry, I did not want to intrude but I was curious and the joke about the perfume gave me the opportunity.
- It s okay, I’m curious myself...
- … so now you are going to claim your right to exercise your curiosity..
- .. .and now you are going to say that I am perfectly entitled..
- Shoot then; what do you want to know?
- Do you like organ music?
- What?! Is that your question?
- Not really, I wanted to ask you something else but it was not elegant to do it just like that...
- You are becoming dark and mysterious...
- Look, you did it in a smart way so I have to find an indirect way to ask...
- To ask what?
- If you are free.
- Yes, of course!
- Why of course?
- I don t know, it sounds well, besides, in France since 1789 we are all free.
- That is not what I mean... are you single?
- You were allowed one question and you had already used it, now you have to wait until I am curious again
- But that is not fair!
- One for you one for me; what could be more fair than that?
- Come now, two minutes ago you were a sensible person now your only purpose seems to tease me and you don’t care anymore for sensible talk.
- You are not getting mad at me, are you?
- No, I don t but I prefer when we understand each other even without using the precise word.
- I know what you mean but we need some fun now and then, otherwise you will fall asleep.
- Sorry, this is after lunch somnolence.
- Is this siesta time?
- It is indeed.
- Well, it seems that you will have to choose between my company and taking a nap.
- I would prefer to combine.
- Monsieur! You wrong me!
- You do not understand, that is not what I meant.
- Look for the precise words then. You were suggesting going to your hotel room yes or not?
- Yes but the idea was that while I doze off you could read a magazine or watch TV.
- I do not watch TV
- The hotel is nearby; we can pick up a magazine on our way.
- Seriously? Is that is what you meant?
- I am serious.
- Very well then; we shall see if you are as honest as you sound.
- Never trust appearances...
- Are you trying to make me change my mind?
- No, no, please; I could not refrain from making a joke.
- All right, but let us make a deal, no funny business in the room.
- Absolutely!
It was just like that, I did not try anything, I did not fantasize anything, and actually I was so relaxed that I did manage to sleep for a few minutes. When I woke up she was engrossed in the magazine…
- What are you reading?
- An article about reflexology
- It is amazing that every organ in our body can be activated by massaging the feet.
- You seem to know a lot about it.
- I took a course some time ago.
- But you don’t put it in practice.
- No, not professionally.
- What then?
- I do it for my friends, just for fun.
- Am I your friend?
- Yes, of course.
- Why did not you offer to me then?
- I was afraid you would think it was funny business.
- (ironically) or is it because I am not sexy?
- That is not right.
- Am I sexy?
- Well…
- You see!
- That is not what I mean...
- You keep repeating that! Is it possible for you to say once in a while, at least, what you actually mean?
- Yes
- Are you saying yes meaning that I am sexy?! That cannot be right. The fact is that I am not that sexy; otherwise you would not have being able to sleep a nap with me in the room.
- The observation is right but the conclusion is wrong.
- You would not had been able to have a nap, correct?
- Correct…
- … but you still insist that I am sexy?
- Yes but you are not the stereotype that comes to mind when ones talk about sexy women…
- What is wrong with the stereotype?
- She intimidates me
- That is the reason why you would not be able to sleep while a sexy woman is in the room, right?
- You are authentic and charming, there is something special about you that make me feel that this is perfectly natural situation in which I can act in a sensible way and enjoy the moment without wondering if this is the prelude to making love.
- Then, what is on your mind right now?
- At the moment, your feet, they are a temptation.
- You are reminding me that I forced you to offer the massage...
- No! you did not force me.
- I just helped you…
- To dare…
- All right then, give me time to wash my feet and then we will see how good your massage is.
-
There was time for me to think and the dilemma of choosing between Adele and the organ concert arose for the first time. The massage could lead or not to love making but in any case it would create an intimate atmosphere that I would not like to break. On the other hand, the concert meant much more than an aesthetic pleasure. There was no way out, it was necessary to make a choice, I was leaving for Holland on the following day, it was either Adele or the concert, but not both. I have reached that point when A. came back, I noticed that something had changed, I could not say what, maybe her attitude, the fact was that I had a sexy girl in front of me, a girl that I liked very much! Without noticing it I had made a choice, it was to have sexual rather than spiritual satisfaction. She laid down, I put one of her feet on my lap and started the massage, my mind was completely absorbed in the routine, identifying areas that gave her more pleasure; each moment the silent communication was becoming more intimate; this was indeed one of the sensuous pleasures we had being talking about. I cannot explain how at this moment something reminded me of Notre Dame; the dilemma reappeared with a strange consequence, the massage became more intense and Adele´s pleasure increased accordingly, the more I struggled in my inner self deeper became the sensuous feeling. I perceived that A. was opening up, probably in a way that she had never done before. I imagined that also inside her there were forces struggling against each other, she wanted a complete surrender and the joy associated with it. But fears and taboos were preventing that experience. Every second was so delightful that she would had prolonged that moment for hours but the desire to experience what she had not had felt before was stronger than anything else, the way to ecstasy was open, she started giving in, for the first time her tenderness blended with her strength and she expressed her joy in a long and loud cry. I myself felt a unique pleasure; it was so intense that I was completely satisfied, I could not understand it, but I did not have any interest in wondering what had happened in me, many years later a friend versed in Sexual Tao explained that men can have orgasm without ejaculation, even without intercourse, but at that moment all what I wanted was to embrace Adele. We stay in that embrace for quite a while until a nearby bell stroke four o clock. Yes! Yes! YES! we still had one hour to reach Notre Dame!
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