Constitutional of the Heart II.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Impressions of a new day's walk down at the Danube banks in a few hundred words.

The bed cast me out early. A consuming, enraging fire burned in my chest. It wasn’t my dreams that lit these flames; some kind of impatience ignited them. Though I could find no reason for this impatience in my soul. But it affected me like red-hot coal in the furnace of a locomotive. It galvanised me to move, my muscles craved to be cared for. And since I couldn’t massage my back like the way I had massaged yours on the ruins of the Roman amphitheatre, I started to exercise.

One could feel on this day that summer tried to make a comeback. It swelled like the Nile to bring and leave muddy life in the dry and dead parts of its bed. The world didn’t appreciate this, as it woke with difficulty, slowly. The red hubbub of the city was dull, tired, as if it had worked overtime the night before. A strange, exhausted stillness perched on almost everything.

Summer, rising from its ashes like a phoenix, brought strangers to the banks of the Danube. Strangers, for whom the Little Dipper served as a tent for the night. Their body was tanned and spindly like sailors’. But it wasn’t the storms and sultry days of the seas, which worn their skin and face, but the hardships of their fate. At first they might have seemed repulsive, but they were more like lifeless statues. The rippling shreds of their ragged life made their hearts throb slowly. They were as exhausted as the city itself.

Towards the end of my walk, I saw pigeons in a park, who were really glad for this phoenix-summer. They were bathing. They were cleaning their feathers in the splashing water of a modern fountain. Meanwhile the jets of water danced. But not as nymphic, not as lightly as you dance Bachata. But many people found delight in the fountain, while the birds found enjoyment in its coolness.

The city remained sleepy, but I became fresher. My feet lifted me easily from storey to storey. This phoenix-summer gave me wings, while the image of your visage diverted my attention, hence I accidentally wanted to go home on the sixth storey instead of the fifth…

Submitted: November 16, 2021

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Criss Sole

Some more very beautiful imagery.
I smiled as a read this.

Sun, November 21st, 2021 12:02pm


Thank you, and I'm glad it made you smile.

Sun, November 21st, 2021 12:23pm

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