microstories . E
res a nonlinear system
. Tell me the curves of your figure when I see you lying in my bed. And I'm standing, not daring to move a muscle, because I know how you react.
P ut it's time
analysis ...
M and come to you, slowly. Crawling over the bed to meet your legs. Any part of your body may be a point
perfect balance. Continue on your waist. Probing the ground to check for convergence
among us, and I seek your roots
. Sometimes they are positive
, and then we do not talk, not even us we look, because the instability
is infinite. Further, your roots are both signs
, which means that after an argument, always end up reconciling and getting caught between the sheets. Your chest, another coordinate your body. And I'm looking for your roots.
A men's eyes, and I stop short. My heart races and I smile. Your smile is a root
negative, indicating that there
stability. Then, drawing spirals
a range
increasingly less , until my lips converge with yours.
* Text written by: Cintia Sánchez Fuentes
on: December 11, 2010
* IMAGE Photography: Photography
Marcx model / Handling: Cintia * Nightmare
galleries http: / / cintianightmare.deviantart.com / gallery / and http://djwedo.deviantart.com/gallery/ This text is the result of the study of differential equations that I have to do these days, until I review next Tuesday. Although not the first time I write a text of this type, ie with a nod toward mathematics: "Experiment 040609: Night Math"
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