I often go there for a walk, it's mostly a silent place.
Especially at night, the only thing you hear is the sound of a violin, playing the same melody, over and over again.
The person who plays this is really skilled I always say to myself but it's not only that, it's the melancholy, the struggle you hear in that music. I would like to see this passionate player.
A few months ago I was lying on the grass watching the sky and listening to the violin when the melody stopped.
After a while I heard silent footsteps in my direction and I sat up suddenly, ready to face whoever was coming towards me.
A man, I thought he was very young, even if I was not able to estimate his age.
His skin was pale and his hair seemed white in the moonlight.
His green eyes were wild at the point he seemed to be angry.
"I saw you. Every time you came here" he said, his voice was deep and didn't have any emotional intonation.
"What are you looking for?"
His aggression amused me.
"I am just relaxing and listening to music" I said smiling.
He frowned.
"The show is over. You should actually pay for it"
I raised my eyebrows in sarcastic disbelief.
"I see...was that you the one playing?"
"None of your business. And if you are smart you go the hell out of here"
without adding a word, the guy walked down the hill and disappeared in a silver caravan. I heard his voice shouting and the voice of a girl shouting back. After a while the girl ran out of the caravan.
The light was turned off and no sound could be heard anymore.
Once I came back to my apartment I took a shower standing under the hot water. I could not stop thinking about that guy. He was so thin he could be mistaken with a child but his deep voice and his harsh manners gave away he was a man, with a very bad attitude.
I smiled about how cocky he had come over to me.
I liked him.
I wanted to see him again.
The night after I went sitting on the hill again.
No sound could be heard, except the far noise of the city.
No violin. I thought disappointed.
I threw myself on the grass and I closed my eyes.
Suddenly I felt something jumping on me. At first I thought it was a wild dog or another wild animal, but the wild animal gripped at my shirt in a menacing way and I realized it was the wild boy of the night before threatening mounting me.
"Didn't I fucking tell you to stay away from here?"
I tried to get him off me but he was impressively strong.
"Why does it disturb you so much that I come here? I am not doing anything wrong...just enjoying the night."
"They don't like to have people watching them. Do you want to be hurt?"
I was really pissed off by this free low life attitude I looked at him without answering.
He got off me.
"I was just trying to protect you. Don't tell me I didn't warn you when something happens".
I realized that after that evening nothing would have been the same anymore.
I had to talk to him.
"I wanted to see you again" I uttered
Good Boris, that's the best way to inform him about your...preferences.
"I don't even know your name"
He looked at me. He didn't seem surprised, charmed or annoyed from the fact I could eventually like him.
"My name is Yura Semenov"
"I'm Boris. Boris Le Boursier"
He smiled. It was a smile of someone who is not used to be happy.
"If you promise to be very very silent, I am going to show you where I live. But don't!...don't say a word...ok?"
I nodded.
We quickly walked down the hill. I tried to walk in his footsteps, I had the impression that it would have made less noise that way.
The door of the silver caravan was open and the dimmed light inside was colouring the interior in warm tones.
Right behind the door there was a little kitchen and on the right there was a big couch covered with several layers of coloured fabrics. On the ground there were pillows and books in a very tidy disorder, I thought.
The walls were covered with drawings, mostly nude portraits: recurrent figures were a young woman and...me.
"What the..." I whispered remembering that I had promised to shut up.
He blushed.
"I am really surprised you never noticed me. I have been following you, since a long time. During the day, when you go read in the park, down at the City Hall Square, I come there and I draw you. That's why I wanted to warn you Boris...because in a certain way...I care about you"
He turned to the kitchen "Want something to drink?"
I nodded, he poured some kind of dark drink into a small glass taking one for himself too.
He gave it to me showing me the couch "Let's seat" he said.
In the caravan was very warm, I took out my jacket. Yura took out his blouse.
On his left shoulder there was a tattoo representing a black sun.
He saw me looking at it.
"that's how they call me here întuneric soare, it means dark sun"
We drank. Yura explained me that the liquor was made by the Romani and it was made of plums, fruits and blossoms. The taste was a bit sour but it was sweet as aftertaste. I liked it.
Yura took a sketch book from the ground and he handed it to me, then he filled his glass again, I refused to have more and begun leafing through the sketchbook.
It was all drawings of me.
On the last page I was lying on the couch in the caravan naked, Yura on me.
I looked at him.
His green eyes were wild, a languid light in their depth.
That's what you have been dreaming of? I thought. He nodded, like he could have read my mind.
He crawled on my lap, like a wild cat.
He took away my shirt and begun working on my belt. When he finally got me naked he pushed me down on the couch and finished undressing himself.
He sat on me. He smelled of incense.
I was so high of his scent I was almost exploding.
He whispered words to my hear, words I can't remember, words like an hypnotic charm.
While talking he was kissing my body, licking my neck, his cold hands all over my heated body.
Sex tasted of far lands I've never been to. Spicy, harsh, sweet and desperate.
Our breaths were running after each other and our skins were like magnet.
We discovered each other until dawn came discreet to tell us it was time to stop the game.
We dressed quickly and we went back on the hill as silent as we had come.
"When will I see you again?"
While I asked him my head was a hurricane of emotions I could not dominate
...it's like you would be my oxygen and when you are not there I would stop breathing, waiting for the next time I can see you again...
He kissed me silent and he looked around furtive "tonight...I want you again...come tonight..."
Since then I passed every night with him, always in his caravan, listening to his violin, which, now I know it, was playing only for me, making love and holding each other like lost kittens, in a corner of the world.
I know he is not mine. Yura is wild and free, nobody can possess him, if you are lucky you can feel him, and he will decide when, how and for how long.
I don't want anything more than that, his scent, his skin, his words (that I still cannot remember) whispered while we make love.
Every second of him is the lymph keeping me alive, I am like a plant needing its dark sun to survive.
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NOTE OF THE AUTHOR: you can see a portrait of Yura here
PS: thanks for this dream
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