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-
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