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    The Men We Love
    The Men We Love
    The Men We Love
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    The Men We Love

    By Eleonora “Gigi” Bulz

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris UK
    Release dateMar 23, 2011
    ISBN9781456892616
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      The Men We Love - Eleonora “Gigi” Bulz

      The Men We Love

      Eleonora Gigi Bulz

      Copyright © 2011 by Eleonora Gigi Bulz.

      ISBN: Softcover    978-1-4568-9260-9

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      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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      The Men We Love

      One day I was told I was sick. I knew something was wrong but I have never thought of making a fuss about it. But now the doctors got me ready for the surgery. More white doctors’ smocks gathered and they decided to let me without dreams.

      At first I was very unhappy. I kept wondering what I was going to do without my dreams? When I fall asleep I will see nothing but dark night. When I walk in the street I will see only animals with two legs, eyes, mouth, hands . . . Later I got used to the night, animals and without dreams.

      But the doctors were not satisfied with it. They said my sickness touched my soul, too. And they tore it away and when I woke up without it . . . human beings do not need souls, they explained to me calmly when I started crying . . . Happiness must be seen not in dreams, not in the soul and so I ended up fruitless . . . 

      Now when I am no longer dreaming I can walk in the street like the others, I feel nothing because I do not have a soul.

      But a strange thing happened to me. One day while I was walking in the empty street, I saw you and suddenly people and flowers and the sky appeared around me . . . I was very confused that I was able to see so many things without dreams and I can feel so much without a soul. What happened? Wasn’t the surgery successful? And the moment I wanted to run away from me I felt my heart beating, my eyes full of tears and I realized I was in love . . . I was loving you who brought back my dreams and gave me your soul only with one look. I was happy for one moment because it was you. Now I cry, dream, suffer, I call you . . . But you can not hear or see because you do not have a soul, dreams, because you do not love . . . 

      I remained alone because it was you who took my dream away, who destroyed my soul and stopped my heart . . . Successful surgery! I am alone . . . 

      The music was dripping quietly into the soul inflaming her with each line.

      I love the woman crazy in love

      The brown-haired with black eyes of fire

      And also the green-eyed like the sea

      Her embrace makes me drunk at once . . . 

      She was watching her fine and prolonged silhouette, her light brown hair falling on her bare shoulders and the eyes twinkling, luring from between her long eye-lashes. Her bikini as small as a leaf and her breasts covered by a transparent scarf made her feel like a goddess. She was waiting for the moment when he would open the door and look at her. She could see him falling on his knees, embracing her legs, kissing her and murmuring the most fantastic love words. He would become her slave, begging for her favors or her master imposing his authority. But in each of these situations she knew she was in control and could manipulate him according to her whims. That is why she loved men, because she could mould them according to her fantasy.

      Once she was a queen, some other time she was a slave but everything was directed in a subtle way by her mind and mood. That is why she enjoyed changing men,because they lacked imagination and most of them wanted a quiet ending sealed with a ring and a lot of boredom. That is why she liked to change them, to explore new personalities, to cast a spell on them and see them defeated and caught in the trap of sexual temptations. She could detach herself from everything but she enjoyed devouring her victim like the insect called the nun, feeding her ego on their ecstasy and suffering. That is why she loved men, for their weaknesses, naivety, abandon and waste of feelings. The door opened quietly and he was watching her with eyes greedy with lust . . . A thin line of saliva was oozing at the corner of his mouth and his body started to trickle to her, making her look like a wild daisy devoured by an animal . . . Everything vanished into the scream of pleasure . . . 

      Running after the bus she felt her clothes sticking on her sweated body. It was hot, crowded and she was hurrying to get home before him. She could not stand any more to see his angry look and nervous voice reproaching her that nothing was ready when he got home tired from work. Not as if she did not have a job . . . To stand all day long and be kind to clients smiling and be polite was not that easy. Of course, it was different from what he did in the office . . . He had to complete the cards for work protection, sometimes to go with his female colleague in the field and teach her how to do this job. It is not easy to transmit knowledge to a beginner . . . 

      You need patience, nerves and she could understand why he came home in a bad mood. The table was not laid and the food was either hot or cold, or he had no beer in the fridge or the garbage was not taken out . . . or . . . But she had no choice. He was her husband, she took the vows to be faithful to him in sickness and in health before God and whom she loved . . . When

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