Imanust - The island of feelings

PART 15 - NOBODY GETS IN MY POND WITHOUT MY PERMISSION

He knew as well as fish-wolves, young people become men when they approach the pain.

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Utsi agreed with the caresses of NitOsi that lying next to him, softened his sleep. Corresponded to their feelings and put on his robe. From the outside of the hollow there were none and other helpers waiting to disassemble the one who slept. Sensed the feeling of loss without being able to accommodate it, thinking Situ inadvertently think of it.

“ Utsi."

“ Yes, Nitusi."

“ The Song of the muse did not bring you good dreams?"

“ The night brought me wishes."

“ The fulfillment of desires does not make us happier?"

“ Meets the thoughts, feelings without reaching."

“ Why the thought of feeling away?"

“ Because there is a desire among both."

“ So strong?"

“ Perhaps stronger than I thought."

“ So wish."

“ I can not wish besides love."

“ Love is not a limit, but a principle."

“ That should be respected, idolized."

“ What must be discovered."

“ And guarded from other desires."

“ Or shared."

Nitusi knew he meant it, but despite the torments of Utsi, was right that he should fight for his own desire. This conviction had brought away from that in which he believed would be his beloved. Dressed, stopped in front of him, waiting for what would be their next moves. He began the signs of withdrawal and suddenly interrupted them. Could not get away from the woman who welcomed their innermost desires. She smiled at him with signs of flattery, admiration and remoteness. She was convinced that he had received the best he could offer so far. What else wanted? He was like most men, a breeder and would have to wait until it became a lover. Poor Utsi! Been seduced in their desire, hooked in his eagerness to love and yet, could not see the vagaries of seduction. Ocan punished men to impregnate them.

“ Utsi ..."

She wrapped her veils, whispering in his ear words of gratitude for her sex, for your courage. He remade himself again, as soon as I was taught to be so and trying to compose herself between gain and loss, incomplete went behind his fault.

The road to the Masters House required a full lap around the lake. The empty shells floating on the water dizzy showed the remains of an intense night which was now laid bare by the din of fish to feed than not sunk yet. In the center of the lake, a boatman slept leaning on the oars and not receiving the sounds of the seal. Touched second and third time. Suddenly, he saw several bubbles appear on the surface and immersion ocan thanked him for not abandoned. These appeared in such profusion, as if they had moved all the inhabitants, stirring the waters like a huge aquamarine, as well as your city, your Atnatan emerged in torment, as an omen of his pain. Finally the boatman aroused.