CAP. 2. The consultation
I enter the clear private clinic cosultorio Montpellier, en calle Aragò:
páredes de un blanco inmaculado y suelo de cristalino mármol.
Me adentro en la diáfana estancia con resuelto caminar,
y en elegante zoom escudriño al bombón que preside la mesa,
una rubia de coleta tirante y labios cubiertos de fresa.
Me acerco hasta el borde de su tablón y bajo humilde la cabeza,
en una libre interpretación de la inclinación japonesa (que yo en eso estoy muy puesto) y fijo finalmente en ella mis ojitos de ensoñador.
-Mademoiselle. Buenos días-
le digo con grave voz.
La sueca no mueve un ápice de su inicial semblante,
y ni pizca de rubor asoma en sus mejillas de manzana.
Me mira en severely change through milky eyes.
(Ay ay to do to see these women since they are released,
not shrink from nothing)
- Who are you? - Voice asks me sharp.
- My name? And I say, as always in style, leaving the last
vocal goes slowly in my mouth.
am ...
Well, it's difficult to summarize.
filmmaker, entrepreneur, producer ... Benefactor
creative.
-no, you understood my question -
(The stewardess is warrior)
- What Who are you? - I repeated pounding the table with his pen.
I gotten past my amazement and I have, with renewed strength, the synthetically shelling some phases of my extensive (and inflation) curriculum.
Judit could even ask my advice, to send it by fax (and ipso-facto)
the document. But upon returning to pose my sober look on the face of the receptionist made me meeting her face,
and I perceive, shrewd, his look of hatred.
-Miss, are you confusing me with someone else? Asked ruefully.
Not only does not give up my lovely eyes, but is instead increasingly harsher
, injuring my composure -
"But I do not think you understood my question, sir, answers the Nordic
icily.
-In Lately, the last months, weeks or days ...
(I make a close-up of his mouth moving at the time that my bump is stretching in a hurry)
- Have you made someone happier?, Has your path? Has improved somewhat good and bad moments of your day? -Breathes-
"If your mother gets sick, will he see it? -
(But what the hell says this bitch!
do not you know who is going?
Al captor of beauty in the world sensitive!)
"Look, bitch," I say so taking off his hat.
- I've only been to treat this emerging bald! If your parents
do not know you're a lesbian, I care.
The people I admire, women ... Women hallucinate
with my young manhood! -
said that I lay there with haughty air.
Once in the street I recompose I lost my temper, I admit. Name
my forehead and bald! I do not know what happened, that slut ...
I can not let the anger from getting my face, my expression lines
nightly daubed anti-age,
what nonsense!
to remove this bitterness of the mouth called the first of my entourage
uniform and tell him the story of the consultation and so upset that monstrous child.
-Roger, I hallucinate, says "But ... wait a minute!
Does not this all a bad play of the rival producer? Do not want to undermine
rightly appeal to your confusion, your potential?
- That you have given, my friend - my i-phone hang triumphant call my adviser, "noia em semble that tens Molta feina, but first, tell me step by step my agenda-
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
How To Sew In A Weave Wih A Side Bang
CAP 1. I head the European Dream
- I-
hack apart my duvet. A shy bump
blunts in my crotch
pajamas covered by the tweed, purchased at a boutique in London
square last year.
I get up and go to the bathroom. Here I touch my face reflective gesture.
In one day I grew a beard,
But yesterday I got the perfect shave!
"Well, well ... so what is this - I wonder to watch me in the mirror.
maybe I grew up in the face? Ralos
my hair fringe frontispiece
check it when sheathed my Dolce Gabbana
óculos
What if UVA radiation is undermining my male hormones?
Or is it perhaps that my stylist no longer gets the most volume to the crown grass?
and why the Paola, guais & scissors, not far from cheap.
But this is the price, folks, we know that
metrosexuality, at the end, you pay face.
And to me that what I say,
subscribing to women's magazines I get a pretty penny.
But as I approach them,
in bars at night, I bought assault with my sentences,
- Your beauty is of this world?
would capture your sensitivity in only two frames!
By day I am thinner, I prop a good alibi in the form of American
light and these eyes but shawty
imposts, camouflage my human emptiness.
But girls, I'm from here and there. Cosmopolitan
hardened me say, and so.
to me what I love is everything and nothing,
be a being, better not be, my image is my alibi.
And this mirror first thing in the morning is not a fallacy.
You'll see when I planted my modern--Juvenile
costume and I go for a walk around the room. Will shock you ....
-II-
So. Active
my buga with automatic
I stand down the road without seeing that cute little poodle that was tangled in my low
to cross the red light, or was it amber? Equals
.
The blonde is not good enough to pay for insurance so I floor
hard towards my second home,
ready to amaze the staff with my newfound sucks.
-III-
At the door, a freckled boy with large purple-rimmed glasses, chides me something from the other side, with improper fuss his young age. I think the poodle
crushed under my wheel mountain
Is it the child's human reincarnation?
and this spring, in my ever-present, eternal goodness rented
sphincter is activated from the sidewalk, forcing me to change.
(sphincter, on the other hand, has been carefully polished for Rosi
, Almodovar center of aestheticism, and I must say,
for his skillful hands. And every Wednesday evening, is what I do, never
is one to know when to walk out of his crotch bump tweed)
I approach to it (nothing to do with the above mentioned, and I of pedophile I have nothing)
and framing him with expertise in contrapicado.
The cinematic eye is my particular nightmare!
I came from my first pollutions which crabs sensitive embedded in my flesh. And that's what I solaza every morning.
The boy challenges me behind his large glasses. And he spits resolved and no further ado: - But who the hell are you? - - And more, he adds, "Who stole the words faces? -
is true, I say, "If in" Angels & Demons "never used such terms,
and contamination, or preambles, and then I think:
- not my God, no!
be that I am, even
also gifted (as well equipped, lol)
the gift of creative writing?
my god my life and my heart, I can not
with both skill and attributes as invaluable compendium of creative! Will there be
to change my name? -
-IV-
I decide to run swiftly to make me a good check, lest
this child croaker and approaching fast paced tribute to both the operator must, in the form and sign relentless galloping alopecia.
Gentlemen, I am a dandy, a modern-man, an illusionist
game of mirrors, this
comes and goes, and I stand but some grafts,
go now, a man like me, high-flying ...
(TO BE CONTINUED)
- I-
hack apart my duvet. A shy bump
blunts in my crotch
pajamas covered by the tweed, purchased at a boutique in London
square last year.
I get up and go to the bathroom. Here I touch my face reflective gesture.
In one day I grew a beard,
But yesterday I got the perfect shave!
"Well, well ... so what is this - I wonder to watch me in the mirror.
maybe I grew up in the face? Ralos
my hair fringe frontispiece
check it when sheathed my Dolce Gabbana
óculos
What if UVA radiation is undermining my male hormones?
Or is it perhaps that my stylist no longer gets the most volume to the crown grass?
and why the Paola, guais & scissors, not far from cheap.
But this is the price, folks, we know that
metrosexuality, at the end, you pay face.
And to me that what I say,
subscribing to women's magazines I get a pretty penny.
But as I approach them,
in bars at night, I bought assault with my sentences,
- Your beauty is of this world?
would capture your sensitivity in only two frames!
By day I am thinner, I prop a good alibi in the form of American
light and these eyes but shawty
imposts, camouflage my human emptiness.
But girls, I'm from here and there. Cosmopolitan
hardened me say, and so.
to me what I love is everything and nothing,
be a being, better not be, my image is my alibi.
And this mirror first thing in the morning is not a fallacy.
You'll see when I planted my modern--Juvenile
costume and I go for a walk around the room. Will shock you ....
-II-
So. Active
my buga with automatic
I stand down the road without seeing that cute little poodle that was tangled in my low
to cross the red light, or was it amber? Equals
.
The blonde is not good enough to pay for insurance so I floor
hard towards my second home,
ready to amaze the staff with my newfound sucks.
-III-
At the door, a freckled boy with large purple-rimmed glasses, chides me something from the other side, with improper fuss his young age. I think the poodle
crushed under my wheel mountain
Is it the child's human reincarnation?
and this spring, in my ever-present, eternal goodness rented
sphincter is activated from the sidewalk, forcing me to change.
(sphincter, on the other hand, has been carefully polished for Rosi
, Almodovar center of aestheticism, and I must say,
for his skillful hands. And every Wednesday evening, is what I do, never
is one to know when to walk out of his crotch bump tweed)
I approach to it (nothing to do with the above mentioned, and I of pedophile I have nothing)
and framing him with expertise in contrapicado.
The cinematic eye is my particular nightmare!
I came from my first pollutions which crabs sensitive embedded in my flesh. And that's what I solaza every morning.
The boy challenges me behind his large glasses. And he spits resolved and no further ado: - But who the hell are you? - - And more, he adds, "Who stole the words faces? -
is true, I say, "If in" Angels & Demons "never used such terms,
and contamination, or preambles, and then I think:
- not my God, no!
be that I am, even
also gifted (as well equipped, lol)
the gift of creative writing?
my god my life and my heart, I can not
with both skill and attributes as invaluable compendium of creative! Will there be
to change my name? -
-IV-
I decide to run swiftly to make me a good check, lest
this child croaker and approaching fast paced tribute to both the operator must, in the form and sign relentless galloping alopecia.
Gentlemen, I am a dandy, a modern-man, an illusionist
game of mirrors, this
comes and goes, and I stand but some grafts,
go now, a man like me, high-flying ...
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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