It is Nike that beckons us tonight...
The Parthenon radiates with its beauty... its pillars are magnificent
behind one pillar emerges Adonis, and
He stands and observes the skill of his Aphrodite...
Her speed and strength is with her tonight...
{april nine, 2010, 20 h}
Their fire is rekindled... their emotions are unutterable...
their hearts are beating faster...
{FC Real is dominating the pitch during the first half...
the dark red~ almost burgundy hue~ shirts are assertive in the opponents' end...
the gold numbers weave in... out ... of the defensive side...
number 50 is a dominant force... a dominant presence
full back...
striker...
she asserts herself}
As she strikes the sphere
i lose myself amidst the sound of her songs
i swim through the labyrinth of spheres
to observe her trek on the grounds of the Parthenon
i admire her strikes... i immerse myself in her space
her time offers me meaning for my being... my ontological quest rests in her space...
her space is my world
her song is my voodoo
her magic today is on these grounds...
Nike proffers her wisdom to her to excel in this campaign
I solicit my muse's wings to carry me through the absurdity of this world...
Dinoysus entertained us with a few libations... 22 h
A new ecstasy... a new realm ... together
Immersed in her scent... engaged in her space...
Under another trance... she has me under a new spell...
I am intoxicated by her gaze... her locks...
as she strikes a new pose... a new gait...
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