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    Realities: Love & the City - In 5 Episodes.
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    Realities: Love & the City - In 5 Episodes.

    By ZJ Galos

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    Realities of love, experienced by the poet, in cities: 1.Genoa - prongs thru' winding traffic, speedy boxes of tin and plastic tolerated by ancient stone and frescoes of great beauty - Ligurian, colours of mustard, olive green, white-blue nearby sea, garlands preserved in today's dresses. The poet muses about his impromptu travelling looking out for flickers of his lost Muse, here and there, obsessed with pink skin and rosy coral’s great beauty, recalling his passionate love for a goddess of love, who promised him endless love, only for fate to steal it under his nose. His room without her white -skinned nights.
    2.Alto Adige - Blue mountains, white-capped, Meran, historic city, attracted him through Trud, who called him to visit, but as she is not present, he muses about her fears. Her elphin portrait reflects in the glacier-clear waters of a pond along the promenade, he envies lovers on benches, visualizing Trud in one of them. She responds to his lament not having been there to meet him, even just for an hour and moving love ahead, an unfinished book.
    3. Vienna - Reality of love lies below his feet, in the walls and stone going back over a thousand years, the sense of the 'Graben' and the Square around the Dome, where many sighs of lovers are embedded. Loves and lives of his forebears and friends follow him like ghosts of the past, reviving his own. From the shadows step golden Chris and then Simchi, who embraces him with passion, inviting him for party, where he meets Kimh, AyAy's lookalike, but she is cunning and a sexual tease. He meets B and she lauds his art exhibited and she is excited about his poetry. It's by accident that from the shadows of past loves a dusky woman emerges and he senses a call in his blood. B stays at Kimh’s, while he takes his leave.
    4. London - The poet flees forward, escaping from the ghosts of his past, sobering his soul and mind in a great city perfect in presenting art and freedom of movement, supporting a writer's research. Reflecting upon his winding road of life he spent with B, AyAy, Frieke, Simchi and Kimh, while elusive Simi is unprepared for Tantric love, but passion and part physical satisfaction. Triad through circumstances, elegant socialite, high-living in close circles, he falls in love with her. He has found her face in Assyrian and Babylonian art in the British Museum, a distant cousin of Semiramis; she is attracted to palatial gardens, walking with him in Kew. Late night she joins him in his room, exhausted from her outing, dropping on his bed, asking him for massaging her feet. He becomes aroused from her toes that play on the bulge of his erection, but he is in no mood to open his fly and spray over her sensitive feet. Simi invites him the next day to her apartment, where she is prepared to join him after she is done with cooking a meal, but he falls asleep. It is AyAy controlling him from beyond the blue planet, he dreams, but he might be afraid of ageing, the mystic cloth of stealthy lovers, the rain and ever-present smog. Yet Simi joined him in Soho for a drink and next time for perhaps more, in her silver-blue metallic horse and carriage with wings of an eagle.
    5.JOEYS -Johannesburg, the town upon a city of gold below its high rise buildings, the rainbow nation's pride and joy, Madiba's living icon of democracy. The poet rests on his reminiscences of Simi, with his head lying between her generous breasts. Being back to fulfill his contracts, thinking of B, Frieke, Simchi and AyAy. In a ritual dance they come alive before his eyes. He has been truthful to his Muses, even if Gore, the big man of contracts will snigger about his loves, but the poet cries out for Susi, Sissy, Simi, three women he had met, put together into one, he misses in his lonely tasks in a tiny studio, the Golden City at the desert's edge of mountainous minefields in this unusual city in Africa of the South.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherZJ Galos
    Release dateJul 6, 2013
    ISBN9781301322275
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    Realities: Love & the City - In 5 Episodes.
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    ZJ Galos

    Z.J. Galos was born in eastern Austria. Educated in Vienna in art and architecture, he sailed for the Cape of Africa, experiencing the vastness and variety of the Southern African continent. He has visited most sites of cultural antiquity in Greece that had a profound impression on his perspective for the arts. His novels are also in print at :www.StrategicBookClub.com; www.trafford.com

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