Windchimes

June 10, 2004

11 Minutes

Filed under: Doodles, Blabs and Rants, Published, reviews — didee @ 12:57 am

I have never read a book which talked about making love the way this book does. Making love in the truest sense of the word. Sex in its most raw form. It goes beyond the body contact and physical climax. It will take you to a journey of the mind and the soul towards the zenith of passion. It creates a beautiful image of the union of your spirit and mind and flesh, with that of another. It is intimacy beyond the five senses. For such a sensitive subject, the author has masterfully and intricately weaved a story of hope and love and happiness and dreams. It is a story which tickles your mind and imagination on certain pleasures that are made for both the mind and the body.

The book shared more than just the other side of love making. It is a story about a woman who almost gave up on love. Almost gave up on her dreams and hopes. About a person who had lived a double life, one who has learned to build walls around herself while she still can, to protect her from the painful reality life has to offer; and the other one who stubbornly refuses to let go of the fairytale she has built in her heart long before she has learned how to play the tricks of the trade. Because reality usually chose not to fit in with her dreams.

It is a story of how it is to fear about being in love. Of how it is to possess that wild abandon once you do. Of how it is to expect nothing yet giving everything. Of how it is to treasure the moment while it lasts, knowing that a time is coming — soon — when the moment will fade and nothing remains but a memory.

What I like best about it is that the main character keeps the connection between the two contrasting self that she has. She continually communes with her soul through pages upon pages in her journal, the sole witness of her experiences. One who has watched the girl, who exchanged pencils with a little boy way back in Brazil, changed into a woman who had captured the minds, hearts and bodies of the men she had pleasured in Switzerland.

According to Darmstadter Echo (Germany) It is a prose full of poetry and beautiful images. This book will make his readers dream.

It surely did! Perhaps, it is never too late to dream. To desire! For desire is not what you see, but what you imagine.

And I asked myself the same question Maria kept asking herself:
But what has she got to lose, if she was asking for nothing in exchange?

For someone who is looking for her own intimacy, I have been aroused and reached the point of climax in my thoughts, one which goes beyond the body. And I dreamed and desired of love and passion which holds on and lets go.

some quotes and lines from the book :

When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. I saw this happen today as the sun went down. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! No herons, no distant music, not even the taste of his lips. How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly?
Life moves very fast. It rushes us from heaven to hell in matter of seconds.

In the search for happiness, however, we are all equal: none of us is happy.

That is what the world is like: people talk as if they knew everything, but if you dare to ask a question, they don’t know anything.

I have discovered the reason why a man pays for a woman: he wants to be happy.

I didn’t ask to be born, I’ve never found anyone to love me, I’ve always made the wrong decisions—now I’m letting life decide for me.

I am not a body with a soul. I am a soul that has a visible part called the body.
But if I don’t think about love I will be nothing.

“He is seeing my soul, my fears, my fragility, my inability to deal with the world which I pretend to master, but which I know nothing.”

There is a name for that pebble: passion. It can be used to describe the beauty of an earth shaking meeting between two people, but it isn’t just that. It is there in the excitement of the unexpected, in the desire to do something with real fervor, in the certainty that one is going to realize a dream. Passion sends us signals that guide us through our lives, and it is up to me to interpret those signs.

Considering the way the world is, one happy day is almost a miracle.

It was very dangerous, having the man so near, now that she could smell him -and she liked the way he smelled- now that she could feel his touch -and she liked his touch- now that she’d realizes she had been waiting for him—she did not like that.

Eventhough he has no idea how important he is to my life…I want him to be very happy.

The most important experiences a man can have are those that take him to the very limit; that is the only way we learn, because it requires all our courage.

She looked at the man she had decided to give herself, and to whom she had resolved never to reveal her feelings, because what she was feeling now was far from taking any definite form, not ever the physical form.

He opened a door as if he were a thief, but when he left, he took nothing from me, on the contrary, he left behind him the scent of roses—he wasn’t a thief, he was a bridegroom visiting me.

When you have sex it’s out of a sense of abundance, because the glass of wine is so full that it overflows naturally, because it is inevitable, because you are responding to the call of life, because at that moment , and only at that moment, you have allowed yourself to lose control.

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