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Tuesday, June 24, 2008 @ Tuesday, June 24, 2008



In the spring of her twenty-second year. Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life. An intense love, a veritable tornado sweeping acress the plains-flattening everything in its path, tossing things up in the airs, ripping them to shreds, crushing them to bits. The tornado's intensity doesn't abate for a second as it blasts across the ocean, laying waste to Angkor wat, incinerating an indian jungle, tigers and everything, transforming itself into a Persian desert sandstorm, burying an exotic fortess city under a sea of sand. In short, a love of truly monumental proportions. The person she fell in love which happened to be 17 years older than Sumire. And I should add, was a woman. This is where it all begun, and where it all ended. Almost

Adapted from Sputnik Sweetheart
by Haruki Murakami

WOw...i jus simply open the first page...

And the introduction of the first chapter simply blasted tru my soul...

The second one will be...




In an instant Miu touched her hair, Sumire fell in love, as if she were crossing a field when bang! a bolt of lighting zapped her right in the head. Something like an artistic revelation. Which is why, at that point of time, it didn't matter to Sumire that the person
she fell in love with happened to be a woman


That phrase "Something like an artistic revelation." sound so beautiful...


Falling in love is just as simple as that,...doesn't it...



I must be in love with this woman, she realised with a start. No mistake about it. Ice is cold; roses are red. I'm in love. And this love is about to carry me off somewhere.The current's too overpowering; i don't have any choice. It may very be a special place, some place I've never been before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything.But there's no turning back. I can only go with the flow. Even if it means I'll be burned up, gone for
ever.




To find urself loving the same sex for the first time in life might cause you to think about what might happen...and well....it's true...



Miu gazed steadily at Sumire, still holding her hand. Sumire could made out
clearly her own figure reflected deep inside Miu's dark eyes. It looked to her
like her own soul being sucked into the other side of a mirror. Sumire loved
that vision, and at the same time it frightened her.


The first eyes-to-eyes attraction...sleek...







--xoxo,
Imaginarist

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