sábado, 22 de março de 2008

Bitter Mixed

After a long time she met him again. After the sign of getting rid of him. Far form her he smiled, she waved. She waited for the moment to be next to him. No hi's no nothing at all. She noticed the truth. Since the beggining it was a mistake. She still believes in miracles. Life has always bringing her good oportunities. Beyond the remarkable voice, beyond the great smile, there's the responsability of being as good as his father. Beyond his existence, there's this great emptiness.
Another dinner. Another night with old guys around. Even if this one was sitting beside her dad, he was facing her. It seems like she has this gift of calling attention of this ones. Whenever she looked in front, whenever she was drinking or eating - there it was - the teasing look. He gaved her his card and asked her to write him, 'cause he wants to help her to get a sponsorship...let's see his real intentions.

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