I
got up early, around 5 hours. So it was when I looked at the phone display. She
was dragged by my warm and fragrant. I kissed her on the shoulder and sat down
on the chair opposite her. I looked in the semidarkness with the soft light of
candles and lights on the tree.
Flashing
almost burn candles revealing the beauty of her face, neck and shoulders. I
love her very much ... agrees with me every second with her. I think that
emotions are complete and mutual.
Ana
was someone I met you, I guess like all great and true love in our lives, quite
by chance in the street serves the purpose, one also cold winter Novi Sad,
while walking with a girlfriend at the crack of dawn, ate some pancakes in fast
food . Returning from a party in a cafe, I'm hungry and I said,
"Gary," let's stop by here to eat. I did not know that I would be the
moment in the life of so many happy.
We
ordered a pizza slice, remember today that it was so hot that I sipped while I
was eating, like the Chinese that their hearts this hot soup every two hours
jbmliga.
While
I ate non-stop I odvaljivao some nonsense and she and her friend, who were
"Grub finish" next to us, the "cepacia" like crazy.
"I'm
Milos" I told her, without any reason, laughing. "I am Anna,"
she said. And since then we have become inseparable and the streets of Novi Sad
were small to accommodate all our walks and kisses. Often we traveled and for
those a little more than a year, as we're together, we traveled almost half the
world, literally.
And
all we enjoyed seems to have "one soul and two bodies." We like the
same things. Walking, holding hands, kissing in parks, promenades, cafes,
beaches ... We like a lot of tenderness that we show each other what he felt,
and takes our environment.
It
is Christmas!
They're
coming back to me a picture of what we once welcomed Christmas Eve and
Christmas Day in my in Mala Vranjska near Sabac. To father brought into the
straw and my kids looked forward to these Orthodox traditions, and dried fruits
and nuts that my mother might have justly shared between the four of us
brothers. If the snow was listened to in the dark when my father will come
across the snow and eagerly waited for the creaking of his boots.
Then
the mother opened the door and greeted him with kisses after which he threw
straw and together around the table and we scattered them throwing nuts and dry
fruit ...
It's
in all different. Traditions get new shapes and forms in accordance with the
"cursed" with concrete in which we want to live. Surrounded unknown
neighbors still contrive to keep part of his spiritual and Serbian entities.
I
looked again at Anna. She began to stir in bed, as if she knew what I was
thinking. Often she knew that struck my mind. We feel amazing.
I
still feel the "smell" to the wine and the smoke from the fire in
which we burn Christmas Eve last night in Backi Jarak, with her family who
came to 90s from Bosnia. They were honorable people and they quickly
"adapted" to this Vojvodina depression. They developed their business
and provide good material. They cling to and help the Bosnians and there is no
zabancije. This is a great quality of this nation. Eh if all these were the
Serbs in their homes and jobs, which would have been the end. We have this line
to assist in trouble and in the Diaspora are breaking fast. And on her ....
It
was a pleasant evening with her, although freezing rain tried to spoil it for
us. Failed. He couched neighborhood, drinking wine and listening to music by
the fire, until late at night.
And
then I was driving and barely made it to my condo on Venus.
There
I was literally carried on the shoulder and gently undressed and put to bed.
She was tired, and "under the influence of wine," he immediately fell
asleep.
I
was tired. I curl up next to her, embraced and so are half-naked slept until
dawn and the wine and smoke are evaporated from us around the room.
Let's
have a little surprise. I took a fig tree in his mouth, bite down but not
completely, but only superficially and LEGOH again beside her. I put her other
half in his mouth and kissed fig kisses, one could call it that.
"Honey,
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas" - whispered, fearing how they will
react. Indeed he is born "- she replied sleepy little voice, chewing one
fig tree and waking. We kissed in the shadows of rooms, lights with Christmas
trees are treperale a candle had gone down.
It
started to dawn ...
To
be continued ...
Davor
Boskovic
