Hello everyone, this used to be the first chapter of 30N sequel but it has now been removed so that the story can be published. Hopefully you will soon hold it in your hands. Thank you so checking and hope to see you soon! – Ani.
Song: Suo Gan, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lapculOfR0
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90 Days of Hale ©2013 Ani Surnois
It has been over 14 years since I cannot listen to this song without tears in my eyes. This one is for my dad, who is Elisa’s father namesake and inspiration! Love you daddy, even though you probably can’t read this!
Song: Adriano Celentano, Il Tempo Se Ne Va (Time Goes By) (about a father and daughter, see translated lyrics from Italian below) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=–dqleeZ43M
Lyrics Translated “Time Goes By”
That dress, where did you snag it?
What an astonishment
to see you wear it,
if your mother sees you, you know
tonight, we will be in deep trouble.
It’s strange but it’s really you
14 years old, or maybe a little older
You haven’t held your Barbie for some time now
And your walk is that of a lady now.
The phone calls are always a secret,
how many words in a single breath
I’d like to ask you who it is
but I know you will be embarrassed
The door is shut badly and you
on the mirror, doing your make-up
showing your cleavage.
soon, you will go out at night
and on those nights, I will never sleep
And so the time goes by
and you no longer feel like a little girl
growing in fear of your age
I had not realized it before
And so the time goes by
among dreams and worries
lacy stockings have already replaced
the white knee-length socks
Becoming a woman is natural
but a daughter
is something special
Maybe you already have a boyfriend
how many times have you cried for him
The skirt a little short and then
Malice in some of your gestures
and soon, you will go out at night
those nights, I will never sleep
And so the time goes by
and you no longer feel like a little girl
growing in fear of your age
I had not realized it before
And so the time goes by
among dreams and worries
lacy stockings have already replaced
the white knee-length socks.
LOVE YOU DADDY!
I always read poems about a woman’s beauty, but not enough of them about the beauty of a man. This poem is Elisa’s conception of Aiden’s beauty. I hope you like it. Song and poem below (the song’s lyrics are perfect for this).
MALE
Your body knows no beauty that falls softly
Loosened as the moonlight on my skin,
Lilacs don’t bloom with your fragrance,
Petals don’t open at your whim.
Your beauty knows nothing of azure light,
Of droplets of dew or blossoms of cherries.
Suspended in your dense, perfumed breath,
I think of steel, not of lavender prairies.
You come with a violent beauty, like war,
One that tears through body and blood.
I crave no touch but your rough, iron hands,
As I lay sodden in your carnal flood.
Your beauty storms, beats, defiles,
Sharp tempests of air in my burning lungs.
I know my margins only from your fire,
My riverbeds and valleys only from your tongue.
Your skin doesn’t soothe, it flays me alive
I break under your fingers as morsels of bread
Clasped around your salty infinity
Your hardness shatters me like spume over crags.
I bear the brunt of your opulent being
Like this I love you, neither wrong nor right
But a man with clenched body and mind
The love I love loves me fierce and blind.
Song: Une Femme Amoureuse, Mireille Mathieu (the words are PERFECT, translated below) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8GzICQ6_Cxc
Translated lyrics:
Time flies like crazy
But today it stops for us
You look at me and who knows if you see me,
But I see only you,
I have only one question,
Your eyes, my eyes
And I sing your name
If someone else comes
I’ll drive him away and I will protect myself.
Chorus:
I am a woman in love
And inside me burns the desire of building around you
The walls of my life,
It’s my right to love you
And to want to protect you
Above all.
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Are only one day, when you hold my hand
It’s like a fantastic plan made in heaven
For the love between us,
To be together for a long time
Or separated by oceans.
If danger comes
I’ll eliminate it and I’ll protect myself
30 Nights Poems ©2013 Ani Surnois
30 Nights of Snow ©2013 Ani Surnois
Letter 4
My All,
To whom else does a man write on a day like this? Not to his son – there are no lessons or answers to give. Not to his mother – she would only weep. Not to a friend – he already knows. He writes to his woman – because she forgives.
I should write to you about how you have kept me alive. I should say that these nights, I only fall asleep if I synchronize my lungs to yours. You breathe like the Moonlight Sonata. At first slowly, softly, like a butterfly on my lips. Then, because I can’t fall asleep unless I am inside you, your breathing changes, now like a humming bird’s wings under my hands. Your body rises and trembles, and yet you never leave my lips. You hold on to them, as I breathe the air that you create faithfully. And that’s when it happens. For a blind instant, your breathing stops and it becomes a single word. My name. That’s how you come. That’s how you go. With my name on your lips, blindly, maddeningly, and for me alone.
As you fall asleep, your breathing slows. Deepens. I feel an instant of jealousy for whatever dream pulls you away from me. But your lungs let in and out a steady airflow, as if they know that without it, I am nothing. It takes 15 of your breaths for me to fall asleep.
I should write to thank you for breathing… But instead, I write to add to the burden that you already carry on your delicate alabaster shoulders (I have kissed them a thousand times).
It’s done, love. Baghdad is razed to the ground. Only 35 out of 650 animals in the zoo survive. Almost 170,000 Mesopotamian artifacts are missing from the National Museum. The National Library and all manuscripts over 7,000 years old burned down. I don’t know how many men, women, or children are dead, or how many of them from my hand.
Yet, there was a moment I reveled in it. We raided a marble palace with golden doors. You may have seen it on TV. That is where Saddam’s son, Uday, lived. Marble, gold, silk, milk-filled pools. Around it, homes with no running water. Stray dogs. Children playing soccer with an American helmet quoting Joshua 1:9, For the Lord my God is with me wherever I go. Blood danced in my veins as we stormed the golden doors. I laughed at the carnage. I whistled as we searched for bodies in the marble ruins, hoping one of them was alive so I could end him myself.
Marshall asks God for forgiveness, but I have no God with me, I have only you. Still, every man needs an altar. Mine is the taste of your lips and the glow of your skin. And your soft eyes that are neither tearful, nor sad. They sparkle with the light of open doors. The only doors that welcome someone like me. I suppose this letter is my knock. And because you are not real, you let me in.
Yours,
Aiden
Ani’s Note: Some of you may have wondered why Aiden asks Elisa “not to leave his lips” the first time they make love. Perhaps this letter will give you one of the answers.
30 Nights of Snow ©2013 Ani Surnois
Thank you everyone who is following and commenting here. And welcome to all the new readers and followers (almost 400 in the last week)!!! You are wonderful and I cannot thank you enough for the appreciation you have shown me.
After a short break from 30N with the prologue for 90D last week, I’m continuing to post the remaining chapters of TMM/30 Nights, as promised. As before, each chapter comes with the painting I think represents it best, a poem I have written for it, and the song that played in my head when I wrote it. As for 90D, there will be some additional teasers off an on… Thank you so much!! Links below.
Cinderella found.
LIFE-KISS
Of your open mouth,
I have learned to expect
the ocean air that keeps me alive
the cinnamon scent that spikes my dreams
the rose’s bloom that laces your smile.
From your parted lips,
I crave too much
A tempest of words that will set me free,
The soft music that mutes battlegrounds,
The sighs that lullaby a man to sleep.
From your open lips,
I desire salvation,
Benediction of my infinite days
But should you wish upon me condemnation,
I want your lips to burn me to the stake.
But of all the burdens I place upon your mouth,
Of all that I crave, and all that I miss,
It goads me love, something profound,
that your petal-lips remember this.
When next they open, they let fall
like crepuscular snow into the abyss,
the secret knowledge, the primal call,
from flesh to ash, they scorch me kiss by kiss.
Song: Nina Simone, Feeling Good http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfJRX-8SXOs
30 Nights Poems ©2013 Ani Surnois
THIRTY NIGHTS OF SNOW
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90 DAYS OF HALE
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90 DAYS OF HALE
Thank you for visiting my blog. The sequel material has been removed from the site in anticipation of publication. I hope very much that you will be able to have the book in your hands soon. Until then, thank you for checking, for liking my story, and for your support. See you soon! xo, Ani
