Louane Bour

I LOVE CORTAZAR

I touch your mouth, with one finger I touch the edge of your mouth, I draw it as if it came out of my hand, as if for the first time your mouth was parted, and it is enough for me to close my eyes to undo everything and start again, I make birth each time mouth that I want, the mouth that my hand chooses and draws you in the face, a mouth chosen among all, with sovereign freedom chosen by me to draw it with my hand for your face, and that by a chance that I do not seek to understand exactly matches your mouth that smiles below which my hand draws you.      You look at me, you look at me closely, more and more closely and then we play the cyclops, we look closer and closer and our eyes get bigger, they approach each other, they overlap and the cyclops look at each other, breathing confused, the mouths they meet and fight warmly, biting with their lips, barely resting their tongues on their teeth, playing in their enclosures where a heavy air comes and goes with an old perfume and silence. Then my hands seek to sink into your hair, slowly caress the depth of your hair while we kiss as if we had a mouth full of flowers or fish, live movements, dark fragrance. And if we bite the pain is sweet, and if we drown in a brief and terrible simultaneous absorb the breath, that instant death is beautiful. And there is only one saliva and a single ripe fruit flavor, and I feel you tremble against me like a moon in the water.

a piece of uo from my favorite books

then there was no disorder, then the world was still something petrified and established, a set of elements rotating on their hinges, a skein of streets and trees and names and months. There was not a mess that opened doors to the rescue, there was only dirt and misery, glasses with remnants of beer, stockings in a corner, a bed that smelled of sex and hair, a woman who passed her thin and transparent hand over my thighs, delaying the caress that would tear me for a while to that surveillance in a vacuum. Too late, always, because although we made love so many times, happiness had to be something else, something perhaps sadder than this peace and this pleasure, an air like a unicorn or island, an endless fall in immobility. La Maga did not know that my kisses were like eyes that were beginning to open beyond her, and that I was walking as if I had left, overturned in another figure of the world, dizzying pilot in a black prow that cut the water of time and denied it.

SOCIAL NETWORKS

REMEMBER THAT MY SOCIAL SOCIAL NETWORKS ARE INSTAGRAM AND TWITTER AND YOU CAN FIND ME LIKE: @LOUANEBOUR IN BOTH, I WANT THEM A LOT, HAPPY DAY.

♥

"Bob Marley I had an idea. It was an idea more typical of a virologist. He believed that racism and hatred could be cured, literally cured, injecting music and love into people's lives. One day, when he was going to play at a concert for peace, some thugs came to his house and shot him. Two days later, he took the stage, to sing. Someone asked him why, to which he replied: "Those who try to make this world a worse place do not take any day off, why should I do it?" The darkness must be illuminated."

The Empty Room

It was one of your favorite games.What's in an empty room?Wondered. Kept silence.What's in an empty room?Those who did not know the gameMaybe they said: Nothing, and you said, No.Nothing is nothing, I said what.Until someone said, for example: silence.And you said: YesAnd another said, dust.And the game was starting to take flight.Footsteps on the ground.A ghost. A plug. The Holeof a nail. The gloom.The square that leaves on the wallThe absence of a painting. A thread.A letter on the floor.The footprint of a hand on the wall.A ray of sunshine coming through the window.A web. A pieceof paper. A fingernail. A stray ant.Music coming from the street(Is there music without someone to listen to it?).A stain of smoke or moisture.Scribbles or birds or namesOr a picture of Laura on the wall.You were saying yes or No.You knew that. You were the inventor of the game.You already knew, Carlos, what'sIn the empty room where you just came in.It was one of your favorite games.-What's in an empty room?-A ghost.-they've already said it.-Yes, but the one I say is another.Juan Vicente Piqueras

Coma White

A pill to make you numbA pill to make you dumbA pill to make you anybody elseBut all the drugs in this worldWon't save her from herself&'¥

You never know what can happen

Perhaps the question that most users ask themselves is:"How is life like a webcam model?"the funny thing is that you do not have an accurate answer of what it means to be or you just do not have a routine to follow when everything goes wrong.The only thing you care about is to meet your schedules and the goal you think your effort deserves, but everything is so confusing, every day is not the same, every day there are new users with very crazy ideas of unconventional sex or Maybe you'll find a friend, if we talk about money, you'll never know if you end up with a thousand dollars or a penny.When you're new you have to do everything possible to please your users or in my case, find users who like my dysfunctional way of being and hopefully return loyal customers, friends and lovers.You do not know how to deal with a day of shit and have to come to transmit with a smile that hides everything that happens outside of this reality and believe me, that is the best part of this, because you have two completely different realities.know that there is an environment where you can be yourself and people like it.that's why I'm so grateful that you're here ...&'¥

I wrote something

I got tired of pretending to be someone I was not, of hiding in the crowd so mundane, so destitute, afraid to take what was inside, the pleasure of feeling comfortable with my insecurities [what nobody can do today], I got tired of thinking and acting for the other, of not being happy to prevent someone else from being happy, of deciding over my convictions, of being a person that my family and friends would always be proud of, NO! Why should I inhibit my expectations and reduce them to the common? Apparently in the century that we belong, pride depends on what the ancestor resolves, because if you do something that is not in the rules to reach the same goal, it is wrong. ? Is it wrong that the only one that celebrates the goals is me? Is it wrong?Maybe I'm not a person who deserves merit for my actions and my freedom, maybe I'm not in the right magma of people, maybe I do not belong to the line where society is willing to give me my hand and accept me as the human being that I am, with differences and same rights, perhaps my friends and my family are one step away from denying the person I've become, but let it be clear, I do not care about losing the respect to recover my autonomy and my convictions that is with what I was born, which is the freedom that has been granted to me, which is the life that I have decided to live and enjoy fully, because if I have to give up my comforts to allow those that are foreign to me, I prefer not to accept light of day and take with love the night that is given to me when I close my eyes forever.I, on the other hand, am proud of anyone who raises his voice to declare to be or do something that society rejects, I am proud to know that I know someone who has the eggs to hide no more from the crowd, from those people who are willing to lose everything to stay with what fills him and with all the love of the world I will receive in my arms when cruelty and loneliness overwhelm him, when his insecurities increase and he thinks he did the wrong thing, I will be there to remind him that he was everything I needed to be happy.I love them...

Things on the air

After the positive anti-doping, the termination of the effect and the blurred returns of the supposed sobriety, I also heard the whispers of her eyes, the frozen cold of her lips and a few verses of Elvira walking from the armchair to the window, of those early mornings of two young boys trying to encapsulate the leftover moments, kinestesia is enough to understand us in color and without uttering a single word.That we did a lot of damage, a lot.But it was more that we avoided doing to take care of each other and I tell you ... That is worth more than any happy ending...

Do I answer my messages?

Actually I love someone to take a part of their time to write me or to send me a Gif, I always answer everything, so do not be afraid to tell me your things, what happened to you during the weekend, your best fantasies, even your fears, I'm here for you.Kisses ... Louane

we play to know each other?

Hello, I present my name is Louane, I'm a model really very little ago and I would like to share this experience with you through my blogs so you can know me a little without the need to feel like a stranger.First of all, there is no need to be shy, I am a friendly, cheerful and daring girl.You can send me emails I will receive them with a lot of love, I always like to know about you, what you do in your life, what you like and learn to know you to give you better experiences through the camera, if you think I'm just an image through a screen, you are wrong, you will see that I can learn to listen very well to everything you tell me and when you close your eyes, I will be the one with you at that moment, not a simple girl through the screen, I can be your friend, who you tell your secrets, your most dirty fantasies, your problems if you want to vent and some other joke, I will be for you.My life outside the cameras is very simple, I like delicious vegetarian food, I train "Krav Maga" is a military personal defense, I really like to be a girl whom I do not consider weak in any aspect, I like to be independent decided, I studied nursing, I chose to be a webcam model because I am a very sexual girl, it is a hobby for me, you do not know what it is to have a hard day, to turn on my pc and see that you are there to make me laugh or burst with pleasure, because always It's good to have someone who really listens to you, I love music, I sing, I play some instruments like the guitar, the piano, the violin and I bet it's something you did not know about me, right?Life as a model has changed me a lot, I discovered that sex is not simple penetration, that pleasure goes far beyond what is believed, stop and think how we can give pleasure without touching us?I have learned many fetishes with which I feel identified and that I enjoy to the fullest, I like that in my shows I do not feel that I am doing something that I do not like, that I feel obligated or that I am not doing it real, I think the key is let go and be with you as if I knew you a long time ago, I feel that since I knew this area I have become a more mature woman, more sure of herself physically and morally, I have discovered not only how to give me pleasure, but what are the Things that really make me happy and definitely tranquility and simple things are what make my stability, I like to travel, know my country and its tropical paradise, go to rock concerts and venture are my favorite plans, I hope any question that you have over my life, I get to my mail and you will get a quick answer, for me you are not just a user or a "sugar daddy" that I fulfilled all my whims, I will mention again that this for me NOT It's a job, it's a hobby, and as a hobby I enjoy meeting the people who share it with me, so come on, do not take me alone like another girl who you pay for sex, it's different for me, I send you a big hug and I wish you the best of days.Many kisses.With love...LOUANE BOUR