six distracted by conversation with your friend, statuesque blonde tricks as a prostitute in altoborgo. every time he brings the cigarette to his mouth pursed lips colored and textured, drawing a look of disgust mixed with arrogance. the edge of her skirt merges with the neck of the Montgomery wearing. has nothing to do with your sophisticated beauty.
plays his laughter as lights and acute intermittent bright neon signs that have sponsored for many years the shop below them. Reply lightly sketching an embarrassed smile, as the first time we shook hands. I realize that not having ever heard him laugh, I have not even ever spoken.
the platinum begins to overflowing its invasion: that her anorexic body is swelling like a balloon aerostatic. How can you bear it? is flying a few feet from the ground. I would see good three feet below ground.
the bony fades quickly under the guise of lessons. you press three kisses on the cheeks rushed flesh-colored, pretending to be sorry. away shaking his hand and puts on his sunglasses in his hair. heels echoing on the pavement of the terrace soundtrack worthy of its release.
you stay there, sitting, watching the tip of his shoes, his eyes deep color of autumn. are breaking loose hair on the shoulders minute. cherry-colored lips moved by a snort. cross your arms, cross my eyes and raises his head to look at the sun. hesitated for a moment I lose myself thinking about what I would tell you. students spend lazy among us bored by the chatter of the teachers, must be finished the last lesson of the morning. the stream of people pulling me away when everything slows down. greeting familiar faces too. you stay there, to observe the chaos escalate and listening to the deafening clamor.
I guess in many ways, each time a different person painted with a touch of you is enough to make me smile. I imagine you busy and calm, sunny and introverted. appear suddenly in unexpected places and are a surprise every time. six of which do not reveal a magic trick and that continues to surprise every time you look. the end of each six melodramatic love story that leaves warm the heart. 're the cloud that plays to imitate the most bizarre forms while you look at it from a green summer lawn.
you get up and go jump off the steps of the stairs two at a time. I will follow you stunned by those who surround me and ask me what is wrong with me. disappear around the corner of the library with a touch of mystery. stare at the wall hoping that you have forgotten something, a stupid excuse to see you again. coffee, I need a coffee and a cigarette. I need to see you once again, to discover something more. to talk with more than four letters.
I yell something and I realize I'm terribly late. return to the classroom. started without me. I hasten to recall slamming pens and notebooks on the Formica counter. a deep breath before you begin. another, the last one.
