I Can See Jesus And He's Frowning At Me

(Not finished)
I'm goin' to tell you how it was to write a novel (well it was already written, but I had to reviewed it).
I started to write it on my 33rd birthday. I felt my life lack of meaning. I only wanted to finish my PhD. I barely tolerated my life

This is about the earthquake. Put the photo you took early in the morning, that day, on September 19th.
The paper of that earthquake in China.

As much as sickness allowed me to do. 

But you think that I am an ordinary guy. 

New Day Rising

As we lie in bed, your face reminds me of someone. 

The image is blurry at the beginning, but, as I cannot stop looking at you, it becomes clearer.

Your face looks like the face of this girl I met in the last year of Elementary school.

By then, our families had become friends and so we used to visit each other's house once per month, or so.

When I went to her house, we used to sneak out of dinners.

Then we hid in a treehouse in the backyard of her house. 

We had good times in the backyard. 

Mainly we kissed and spoke about cartoons we hadn't seen and drugs we hadn't tried. 

As we lie in bed and your face reminds me of this girl, I remember her lips.

They were soft like velvet, but violent. 

They shone as a sun rising. 

They shone as a new day rising. 

Her eyebrows always seemed so stretched out that her face always seemed to be surprised. 

We were just a couple of precocious kids attracted to sex in an childish way.

By the last weeks of spring of that last year in Elementary school, as usual, I went to her house and we again sneaked out of dinner. 

This girl pushed down to the floor of the treehouse. 

Then she put her face on my chest.

After a few minutes, she sat slowly beside me.

She looked at me and then decided to get rid off her clothes.

Her naked body was something so perfect and bizarre. 

I felt attracted to it in a pretty wild way, but I didn't know what to do.

Simultaneously, I felt so excited and numb. 

She looked at me. 

She asked me to get naked, too.

It was completely awkward.

I was afraid of my body. I felt uncomfortable about my body. 

I was a chubby kid and my belly made me look so silly. 

I watched her brunette skin. The way her naked body irradiated some sort of spiritual shining into the obscured treehouse, gave me the creeps. 

This spiritual shining emanating from her body was made of dark and blue vapor trails of dawn, or it seemed so. 

In my dream, these sort of dark and blue vapor trails of dawn surround the entire bedroom.

As we lie in bed and I cannot stop thinking about this girl, I open my eyes and I focus on your face. Now, I know that I have seen you on a TV show. You're an athlete. 

Now you're on top of me. 
You have a horny looking. 

You bring your face down on me. 
You whisper me something in a sexual language. 
Your breath is so sweet. It smells like vanilla. 
You control me. You ride me. 

Your brown hair with blonde twists spreads on my chest like a rainbow cascade.
You open your lips and suddenly your tongue runs across my chest.

I look at the ceiling. 
There's an enormous mirror on the top of us.
As you lick my chest and I feel your tongue like an aphrodisiac, I see the cascade of your hair soaked on the  mattress. 

You're so horny.

You climb on me and start to move against my crotch.
You make me feel so excited. 
You control me. You ride me. 

You turn around and now I see your back.
You continue moving, back and forth, back and forth, against my crotch. 
You control me. You ride me. 

I feel I'm about to explode. 
I have an erection that I cannot handle. 
I'm slowly becoming a part of you.
I'm slowly inside of you.

I know I should use a condom, but it's too late. 

I cannot stop looking at my erection in the shadows of the bedroom. 
It looks diabolic. I cannot believe what had just happened. 

New Day Rising, by Hüsker Dü