THE SWEDISH FAIRY TALE

 



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O ne morning, after breakfast, Mirza goes to her room to work while Kim and Wolfy go for a walk around the city. It's a dusty place. The heat is sticky and the wind coming from the desert gives the permanent feeling of being dirty. They wander around the city, aimlessly, enjoying the pleasure of walking with no destination just for the desire to be there. They walk shoulder to shoulder, without needing to speak to feel each other. The two silently enjoying the satisfaction of finally being together and the thrills of the trip. When they travel, Kim and Wolfy often live their adventures together, but in parallel. Kim magnifies them and in every small detail he sees a movie world. Wolfy pays more attention to the plants, the small details, and does not seem to be so surprised by common things. He seems amazed at two gentlemen playing backgammon and, chatting with her, he keeps insisting on how endearing it is that they continue playing like in ancient times. She sees it as something ...
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A POEM BY WOLFY

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I t is night now and I want to tell you so many beautiful things that I have for you -in my heart and my tiny body-that I am afraid the attempt would tie a komplex knot in my tongue and get my throat stuck and packed with all the small and big words I would need for that. So, I am afraid of even trying. But What can I do? How can I transfer all the warmth and love I have for you if even my own tongue is overwhelmed by it?
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COLOURING

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Wolfy should have become an astronaut or an astronomer or anything similar. God made her with four fleckles in the arm with the exact shape of the stars forming the constellation of the Ursa Major. Kim passes his fingertips over this soft map and tries to imagine her sitting in an observatory and taking notes. No way. He can only visualise her in a wild long desert, close to a campfire, and pointing to the stars while telling stories about it. Wolfy is physically connected to the wild and the nature. Her body has somehow its own existence, ready to dance, to stretch in the most unimaginable positions or to tremble and shake in endless orgasms. It's a body to lie naked in the bushes rather than at a chair. Kim thinks all this while caressing her shoulder. Meanwhile she’s drawing with a roller on her notebook. Apparently, she is designing a kind of shell, a spiral shape in any case. When the picture is finished, she lends it to him. It’s a vagina. A nice vagina with all its detail...
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