Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 24 – A piece of me


I have been working on a short story book for a year now and the pieces of the puzzle are coming together quite nicely. I still need a 36 hours day, so that I could work faster on it but, until then it’s slowly but surely progressing (really, if you find hours that I could buy like in the supermarket, I am willing to pay the price hahaha). Until that one will be released into the world, I sometimes translate bits from my first book and throw them out there for fun. So today it’s about that, showing you a piece from my previous book.

I am splashing the fields with tadpoles; they play with the songs known only to them. Mastodons of pleasure become visible from the shadows and they begin their search. Two lovers possessing one another embrace the darkness; they are begging for nakedness and perversity. Love is playing with the lies of attraction like a child; sex is sold on beautiful words whispered on their bodies; sweat covers the effort of procreation; fingers forget their number and try to grab; the mastodons touch the embarrassed stars; their lips are being composed in the salty, moist taste; their feet forget to walk…they’ve learnt to play with the soil, humid from their passion; leafs are watching shy; the wind stopped blowing watching the skin that wrinkles without its help; lust is being mixed with desire that stepped into the abyss; a storm of animal instincts threatens them and gets closer and closer; nails penetrate the flesh that doesn’t seem to get enough; the emptiness is filled with relish; the grass is sacrificed by love; thunder throbs are being defeated by the moans…explosions are being born touching them with sins. The earth shakes and writes happiness with suave springs. The mastodons leave searching for other souls on sale. Normality makes way for quietness to interfere…unspoken passion…

About the author

Ela Vasilescu

I’m a writer based in Florence, Italy.

Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honour every day.

If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.

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Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu