– Hai ma lasi cu astea?
Ridic o spranceana la ea si pufnesc in ras.
– Stai acolo nu te misca. Sa imi pun putina sampanie.
– Sampanie? Hahaha… Oh, you are definitely back in business.
– Nu inteleg ce spui, strig eu de langa bar chicotind.
– Eh nu intelegi. Iti place pustiul. Get over it!
Imi pun paharul de sampanie langa laptop si ii zambesc. Poarta o camasa de saten lejera si are parul ciufulit ca si cum de abia a terminat o partida de sex nebun. Isi aprinde o tigara si ma intreaba simplu:
– Tu te-ai culcat cu cineva atat de tanar? Nu, nu-i asa? Adica nu se pune cand ai fost dezvirginata. Ala nu e sex. Aia se numeste macel. Dar din cate stiu nu ai avut un barbat sub 30 de ani.
Eu rad cu gura pana la urechi. E felul cum o spune care ma face sa rad cu atata pofta.
– Barbatii care nu au inca 30 de ani au prea multe probleme cu ei insisi. Hormoni all over. I don’t have time to deal with all that. I only like the best in men. Si cred eu, asta e dupa 30 de ani.
– True, true. Dar hai ca o sa fie funny. Go for it! In plus stiu ca iti place pustiul. You will rock his world! I can even join you two. Just for fun. Hai sa ii dam lumea peste cap pustiului. Urmatorea lui iubita o sa ne ramana datoare. Ce spui?
Anna a innebunit.
Sincer asa am crezut si eu si s-a dovedit nu doar ca e priceput dar si prinde din zbor mult mai bine decat unu’ care se crede copt si ca le stie pe toate. You should definitely try it! :D
Nu, nu. Anna nu a innebunit. Anna are incredibil de multa dreptate. Fa-l barbat!
Anna are idei care ar putea semana cu ale mele :D
Do not fall in love
With people like me.
people like me
will love you so hard
that you turn into stone
into a statue where people
come to marvel at how long
it must have taken to carve
that faraway look into your eyes
Do not fall in love with people like me
we will take you to
museums and parks
and monuments
and kiss you in every beautiful
place so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting us
like blood in your mouth
Do not come any closer.
people like me
are bombs
when our time is up
we will splatter loss
all over your walls
in angry colors
that make you wish
your doorway never
learned our name
do not fall in love
with people like me.
with the lonely ones
we will forget our own names
if it means learning yours
we will make you think
hurricanes are gentle
that pain is a gift
you will get lost
in the desperation
in the longing for something
that is always reaching
but never able to hold
do not fall in love
with people like me.
we will destroy your
apartment
we will throw apologies at you
that shatter on the floor
and cut your feet
we will never learn
how to be soft
we will leave.
we always do.
imi place Anna ..:))
Doria, it must be you
Love,