Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio & quot;Songs 4 Hate & Devotion & quot; 25.05.2015
"Madness no longer rules this world, it is dying, so let's dance for the last time –" Gabriella said, climbing to her knees as nimbly as a cat.
"You know I'm so stupid that I don't like dancing."
"Don't be a bore, mark, this dance will be the best at the end of time.
Mark grimaced and lit a cigarette, puffing smoke into her green eyes. The clock in the room struck once, but the sound deafened Mark and echoed through the deserted house. The glass trembled treacherously, but it held. The only light in the house was the moonlight streaming through the only window on the roof of the house, the other Windows were tightly boarded up. The entire interior of the house consisted of a wall clock, a table, an ashtray full of cigarette butts, a glass of wine, and a large armchair that comfortably accommodated two lovers.
Mark closed his eyes for a moment.
THAT DAY DID NOT STAND OUT FROM MANY OTHER DAYS OF HIS LIFE. AS USUAL, A LATE AWAKENING, AS USUAL, A FUTILE SEARCH FOR WORK INTERRUPTED BY THOUGHTS OF THE FUTURE, A SUBSEQUENT READING, AND, AS USUAL, HAD TO THROW HIMSELF INTO UNCONSCIOUSNESS IN THE BAR. HE REALIZED THAT SOMETHING WAS WRONG AT THE MOMENT WHEN, AFTER ANOTHER MONITORING OF THE SUFFOCATED LABOR MARKET, HE DECIDED TO TAKE A WALK IN THE ONLY PARK.
"Do you have any regrets?" she touched her lips to his earlobe.
"Time will tell and put everything in its place.
"What is your time?" It has no power even over itself.
"Perhaps, but it is older than this world and will outlive it.
She smiled and her lips kissed his eyes.
ON THE WAY TO THE PARK, A NEWSPAPER WAS THRUST INTO HIS HAND. "THE CONFLICT IN BELGRADE HAS RESUMED, WAR CAN NOT BE AVOIDED ... LONDON IN THICK SMOG FROM THE RECENT ERUPTION OF ERIVAYEKUDL ... BERLIN "SANK" IN THE FLOW OF MIGRATION ... LISBON SUFFERED FROM A TSUNAMI... " - SHOUTED THE HEADLINES. MARK TOSSED THE PAPER INDIFFERENTLY INTO THE TRASH. THE PARK MET HIM WITH HEAPS OF FALLEN AUTUMN LEAVES AND A DEAD WIND. OBEYING AN OBSESSION, MARK WENT TO THE BRIDGE OVER THE LITTERED RIVER. AND IT WAS THERE THAT HE FIRST MET HER.
"Let's dance already!"
She slid off his lap and held out a black-gloved hand. He stubbed out his cigarette and rose from his chair. As he hugged her, he could feel her heart pounding. Twilight swirled around the dancers, their bodies moving through the chaos of tiny particles of the stuffy room and tobacco smoke. Her body literally burned in his hands, she moved with amazing grace and he lost track of time.
... MARK UNTIED GABRIELLA'S EYES AND SHE SAW A BATH FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH RED WINE. SHE TOOK OFF HER LEATHER DRESS, TOOK OFF HER FISHNET STOCKINGS, AND SANK NAKED TO THE BOTTOM OF THE TUB. HE LOOKED AT EVERY PART OF HER BODY, AND THEN, WITHOUT TAKING OFF HIS CLOTHES, JOINED HER... PASSION AND LUST HAVE SINCE BECOME THEIR ETERNAL COMPANIONS. THERE WAS ALMOST NO DIALOGUE BETWEEN THEM, THEY COMMUNICATED IN THE LANGUAGE OF SOMETIMES PERVERSE, SOMETIMES DIRTY, SOMETIMES SUBLIME, BUT STILL THE SAME ARDENT LOVE.
He collapsed into a chair, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and came so close that he could feel the fumes of her skin. Gabriella's eyes burned feverishly emerald, her lips trembled, and her body arched defiantly. Mark was her hostage, unable to move a limb, even his gaze riveted on the black pools of her pupils.
"What do you see?" Gabriella asked.
"I see a fire burning inside me. Help me! Return everything as it was! Make us one again! "no," he pleaded.
"My poor fool…
THEY FOUND AN OLD HOUSE OUTSIDE THE CITY WITH A HUGE WINDOW ON THE ROOF AND ALMOST NO FURNITURE. BUT THIS DID NOT PREVENT THEM FROM SETTLING IN IT. SOMETIMES I HEARD THE SOUNDS OF AN AIR RAID ALARM AND A VOICE SHOUTING THROUGH A MEGAPHONE – "..TO LEAD...ROCKETS ... I'M HERE..NOAH..EVE ... ETERNITY...". AND THEN ONE NIGHT, WHEN THEIR SOULS MET IN ANOTHER DANCE OF ORGASM, HE THREW HIS HEAD BACK AND SAW THROUGH THE WINDOW TWO STARS THAT MET IN THE NIGHT SKY... "LOOK, IT LOOKS LIKE THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END" - HE LOWERED HIS HEAD, SLIGHTLY PUSHED HER SHOULDERS AND STARED INTO HER GLASS LIFELESS EYES.
"My poor fool... passion gave birth to us, and It separated us. Time, so revered by you is almost gone. The only way is your sacrifice.
Drink some wine, this is my gift for you ... " she handed him a glass of frothy liquid.
"Let Eternity be our name, and time fill us with its wisdom," mark sipped from his glass and leaned back in his chair. As he closed his eyes, he saw a silhouette on the floor in the corner…
On the table next to the empty glass, the light touch of a rat's tail scattered the remnants of white crystals.