She suddenly opened his eyes. The dream he had had disturbed him very much. She had slept at night without removing makeup from his face. He had been pissed off in recent years. After all, wouldn't he be able to paint his face again the next day? What was the need for cleaning then? She put the black wig on her left bedside table on her balding head. The two girls, who came in with the snapping of their fingers, quickly erased that miserable image of the woman and replaced it with a medium that radiated a vivacious freshness.
She saw all these as work clothes. Otherwise, it was completely opposite to its character. If it was up to him, she would spend his life in a pajama bed. Her black wig reached a gigantic, majestic appearance with her curling iron, and her face; With her crimson lipstick and her lids covered with stars on a deep blue sea, she impressed the viewers.
"I'm so hungry, where's my breakfast?"
Three different cakes were brought to his room instantly; Banana cake with cream and strawberries, made of lemon only, mouthwatering and covered with chocolate. They were their favorite, and their decision-making nature required them to make three different cakes every morning. With her fake nails big enough to displace someone's eye at any moment, medium pulled the skirts of her robes up close to the cakes. She dipped his index finger into the lemon cake without hesitation, and wiped his tongue, including the nail polish.
She gave the same reaction each time and tasted the other two pies without using a fork. He dug such a hole in the middle of all three of the cakes that his fake nails did not lift the stomach of anyone but himself to eat the cakes. So all three cakes were sent off to their place in the trash, just like every morning. He cleaned the remaining remains with a sheet on his bed. It left a stain on the milky-white sheet, reminiscent of a watercolor look. She liked this situation. He told them not to change the sheets for a while.
Black to White Letters - Poetry
Component knowledge and tarantula truth,
I also read myself in the end times.
Last night, in two moments, I pressed the shutter of love and recording.
A beautiful moon with a village boy.
And black letters.
Stones are standing still, hard again, and X and Z faces,
I'm writing a very brown summer, too didactic,
Although nobody knows, I know
To live striped and parched.
At that time, under the influence of narcosis,
I started counting down from ten,
To live back from ten.
Don't stand like a lump in my throat,
Don't you understand, my tears are orphans,
My prayer is an orphan and my gaze towards love is blind.
Let us leave fallow if you want,
If you want, you can collect it from the night,
A few stars, a few pebbles.
She soon heard the bell ringing. Here the shift was starting. She got into her role in every detail. It was a game whether he played it over and over again every day or not. It was set on its red seat in the shadowed, hazy-looking part of the room. She felt the sphere on the coffee table in front of her had little smoke. “Anyway the girl is a dumb wife. What does he know? " While he was muttering, his first client set himself with timid steps on the red, worn-out cushion, whose lips wiggled across. He thought that the mattress was too old and his reputation could be damaged against his socialite customers. But now the girl across from him could not think of these while she was staring and smiling.
His eyes became menacing and enchanted. The main function of her long nails was to dance harmoniously around the globe. He was extending the time from the prison, making the customer impatient and sprinkling the magic words he needed in a moment. She saw how girl was writhing uneasily in the place where she was sitting.
In whispers:
My daughter, you've been getting bored lately. I see you have the living room of the house painted yellow. I also see that you cannot lose grams even though you have gone to sports that much. Watch yourself, sweetie! Look, watch out for that woman. He'll give your husband his hand! ”
The woman's mouth, stunned by what she heard, wanted to get some fresh air. How was it that she could know every single time, down to the finest detail? This woman was absolutely enchanted. Yes, he was a great guy, just like his name.
“How can I thank you my wonderful lady. Oh, do not doubt that I will follow exactly what you say. How can I give you the reward of this goodness. "
Awesome leaned back, holding the fringes of his robe. She must take a deep breath and drive his blue eyes locked to her eyes.
“You know I don't get paid. I do this job for good deeds. But I heard it from our doorman. The animals living in the site had to be sheltered. You are such a wealthy and well-handed lady! "
She cut her words here and started to watch her effect. The woman immediately looked for her quality bag with her eyes. However, she was excited at the entrance. One of the servants winked meaningfully at Wonder as he brought the bag and handed it over to the woman. The woman, who could not realize that the swelling in her wallet had gone down due to surprise, took out her credit card. She was relieved for a large sum, she clearly left the room until the next time she was going to do nothing but think about what was said. As She left she saw the cakes thrown in the corner of the hallway. She could not help herself, she dipped her index finger into the hollow of the fake nails. After repeating this situation a few times, he went away without being seen by anyone.
The woman, who watched the whole thing on the camera, was cheered. How would his life be without these people? His second client was the seventy-five dry girl who came every other day.
He lined up his usual phraseology to the old woman.
“I see a man. He will find you very, very soon. You will meet and be very happy. I see three children! " She added the last one today, and as soon as she said it, her regret followed him.
The old woman glared.
"I think the globe is broken today!"
"Will it ever be like that? I just wanted to joke. " She knew that the pot she broke was going to cost dearly. But rather than losing a permanent customer.
“My lady, this one is from us. The girls made delicious cakes. Would you like to? But his eating style is different. It also has features such as opening fortunes! "
The old woman who heard the word kismet:
"Where's the cake?" she said.
The pit, deepened by wrinkled and dry fingers, was presented to every customer until the evening. With all sorts of miraculous stories.
I love the poetry