CHRISTMAS MORNING WITH SHE

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