Such a rainy day

But i could already smell spring in the air last week.....

Awaiting

* I'm pretty sure she's not waiting for Santa. ;-) *

Winterchains

Lege velden

gure wind

kale bomen

de winter begint.

Koud als water

brandt de lucht

die langs mijn keel

naar binnen vlucht.

Om zich even later

door 'stoom' omgeven

net zo snel weer

naar buiten te begeven.

Ik sta daar alleen

slechts van mezelf bewust

terwijl de sneeuw

mijn voeten kust.

Helemaal geen kleren aan

mijn lijf naakt als de natuur

door Meester vervormd

in een gebogen postuur.

Armen naast elkaar

gebogen hoofd

benen gespreid

door de kou verdoofd.

Geketend aan een boom

langs de rand van het lege veld

die door straffe winden

ook al vele malen is gekweld.

Hij en ik

boom en mens

hij kan niet anders

maar van mij...

van mij is het een wens.

Gedicht van Meester Alexander.

I was so free to translate the poem from Master Alexander for the ones who doesn't understand the dutch language:

Empty fields, a bleak wind, barren trees, the winter begins.
Cold as ice burns the fresh air that flees inside along my throat.
Then, as quickly as i inhaled, it leaves my lips surrounded by steam.
I'm standing here alone, only conscious of myself

while the snow kiss my feet.
No clothes at all. My naked body as nature itself,

transformed by Master in an arched shape.
Parted arms, bowed head, spreaded legs, dazed by cold.
Chained to a tree alongside the edge of an empty field,

that also has been tortured many times by severe storms.
He and i; tree and human being.

For the tree no other ways but for me.......
for me this is a desire.

Wintersongs

I made this video playlist at myflashfetish.com

Me and my tree

Photograph by Unique Nudes

Face towards the setting sun and leaves are falling

Such a beautiful dress; all dirty......

Little pig awaiting nervously the big bad wolf.

I made this picture for the one close to my heart; the lovely slut on display. Inspired by her unsettling story.

Tracker

Hello there! (echo...echo...) The silence is overwhelming. I'm wondering; am i alone in the woods or are there other travellers as well? Please, i would appreciate it if you leave some trail......

Honied yellow dripping gold

Honied yellow dripping gold,
Leaf of autumn
in the cold
Dancing on
in crisp despair
Whirling on
enchanted air
Falling silently to
earthen tomb
Away from tree's
rooted arm
Perhaps the silence
broken then
By hollow cries
of autumn grief
Synchronized with
the falling leaf

- S.K.Lindeman

Elevation

High, higher than the sun
You shoot me from a gun

i need you to elevate me here,
at the corner of your lips
as the orbit of your hips
eclipse, You elevate my soul

i've lost all self-control

Been living like a mole
Now going down, excavation
i and i in the sky

You make me feel like i can fly

so high, elevation

A star lit up like a cigar
Strung out like a guitar
Maybe You could educate my mind
Explain all these controls

i can't sing but i've got soul

The goal is elevation

A mole, living in a hole

Digging up my soul

Going down, excavation

i and i in the sky

You make me feel like i can fly

so high, elevation

Love, lift me out of these blues

Won't You tell me something true

i believe in You

A mole, living in a hole

Digging up my soul
Going down, excavation

i and i in the sky

You make me feel like i can fly

So high, elevation

Elevation...
Elevation...

Elevation...

Lyrics: U2