Good day to you my baby and small
... and so comes the evening, when in theory we should be developed according to the whole situation and the coming together, if you really come down to how you wrote me. I am also aware of the possibility that there will sit and wait for you in vain and quite unnecessarily so I was thinking all day about whether I should become the naive idiot and go there to that place or not, but something told me I guess it was my horoscope for the day that I keep all my plans exactly to a tee, so I'm going to totally decked out in the hope that we will finally show up and together as you say.
It is sometime around five in the afternoon and I'm going on a date with you I carry in his hand the magic red rose for you my baby, which is not quite so wonderfully fresh and crisp and is not seen no signs that it was sometimes bought two weeks ago.
I take them and the glass in which constantly stood at the window, I got it in her backpack.
I'm going to the bus stop, the rose in her hand and unpacked in any paper or package, simply to be seen.
I'm standing at the bus stop and smoke, waiting for about fifteen minutes on the bus and how many passers-by is a special women all of a sudden not only by itself suddenly looks somewhat dreamily on the rose first, and then he smiles with a smile look at me as well as if our great and already deceased actress Helena Ruzickova watched the movie Sun, hay and strawberries film Angelica, I'm still the black eye glasses, because I do not know how I looked around and so with all your strength to keep trying to look completely absent and the stone face.
Finally, the bus rides and I'm going to the train station Ostrava-Svinov. I'm still in the ATM, withdraw some money to you so you could ask for something if you wanted and then it slowly Cruisin nice pubs in the square under the bridges of Svinov with the inscription Zwetler.
I pray that there was an empty table and I am quite lucky, and it is precisely the one that I thought wanted to be.
Right there it rolls, lay a rose on the table, unwraps the glass and go to the bar to ask for water glasses.
I'm going back to the table and give a rose to the makeshift vase.
Order a AVAR beer twelve from Hlucin, smoke cigarettes zn.MOON, listening to MP3 player, through black sunglasses watching what is going on around here and there already out of boredom and I look at what is just a drop in television and in the hope that 'd come and wait I think of you.
Dead, lazy and slow to tap here and there looking at me like a fool, but I do not mind. I'm waiting for you half an hour. Hour. I drink the second beer and I say to myself: Well, just you give a pretty good time :-)
Just the woman must wait for one moment to another half-hour to an hour and some longer, but I would like for you my baby to be calm and wait forever and I committed to do and time passes more slowly, still do not have that tomorrow go to work rejoice, for I feel you can leave it all behind vydusit, you have the full right to do so I can not for you to be angry, for it would do in your shoes every woman, but not me, to you if nothing, even while not playing the game of luck and sent you an SMS.
Lord God, I think it will but the bill! and I'm writing you:
If you like the wind will be thrash can fly away,
the dragon in the clouds I lose, I can fly away.
I am your happiness Adrianna, so you catch me, no idea how many people still on waiting for me. So do not worry, just let me catch you not fly away. Do not be afraid Come on, come closer to me and hold me tight let not fly away away. ! YOUR LUCK!
And time flies ... and you do not you go nowhere and do not you go and, meanwhile, comes from the pub and then enters a lot of people, another two hours, and almost everyone there was looking at me as a moron.
Nice Golden, nicely given me, I think, but you just go ahead nicely, just a nice to me you Eager revenge a sweet one.
In contrast to the table sit two quite pretty ladies, and after a while their eyes rest on what is the rose for you, I talk quite look at it as I see in their eyes that they would like the rose or even that someone like waiting for them.
Yeah that's how I talk a little bit, but really I was not laughing.
Long ago I changed the lager Avar common for soft Birell because I might have had at that time probably rolled over the table as a renegade and so only
I sit with a glass of beer and a lively,
I think of you and me is a little cold.
Sitting was leaning against the wall with your legs stretched out across the bench to tap resentment, even if you do not mind it, ignoring it, you probably are accustomed to worse things, no wonder, in a pub and suddenly I can think of that you would probably also to any such vile ordinary pubs around and about, or entered a bathtub lest you imagine that meeting as well own something if you actually planning on basically everything and directory alone and you write more this Post
So I sit with a glass of beer, waiting for you,
just weird weird bartender looks at me,
emptiness in my soul I have, and it makes me feel cold.
Surroundings oblivious, I think of you.
and after a short while I feel somewhere in their lungs for me to think about is you busting out laughing somewhere nice and slow I think, another hour goes by and I was slowly getting dark so I think that you need something crawled into it and you just I say stupid, but to me it's just a, a bill or not, the next SMS
... and so I sit here and already getting dark outside,
I'm waiting here, but what can I do
I still think, hour after hour
'm watching and what I have for you,
only for you.
Fears'm worried about the last thing I have.
what for you still hiding ...
Another hour and flies outside is already quite dark, even more fortunate that I married him plenty of charged batteries into my MP3 player, and meanwhile there was around me meet drunks rabble collected from nearby pubs as it is NON-STOP.
It seems that you probably do not you come and you have to send another this Postroses on the ground
Still ... I'm sitting here, slowly falling asleep,
I seize the wealth of perhaps the last thing for you.
Perhaps I do not take the rose one,
the red rose, a flower innocent
and so I pray that for once you arrive,
not for me, but for the rose you would perhaps like so much.
Just for the rose for you since you have not died.
I pray to God that at least once before midnight
show up as a muse to me and come to help me ...
and as soon as I send you this so this Post rolls up inside not to mention the horde of homeless people and also makes me quite condenses on the knees, as it sits next to me and the smell really can not stand it. I do not know where he put his head before, suddenly I feel like an ostrich, except that instead of sand, my head is in his brown jacket from Manchester, which still smells of perfume POLICE Uomo.
Shaking my head in puzzlement over the fact that every time I am so lucky to have the homeless and I'm really really desperate, so you still write the last swan SMS
Perhaps you're lying nicely and now I feel like the homeless homeless. Please You My Angel of Doom and my salvation will come for me and pull me out of a coward! and in the meantime I have a pretty nice write nerves and you have everything or nothing, we're talking about life and maybe not one, but more, take it or leave it, and then that number will be deleted.
Anyway, I think about it seriously confess to you, I think, so I want to pay by slowly go home on foot as all the buses have driven me completely and I cry in vain for the seriously strange and perhaps a thick virgin sleeping draft, which perhaps seriously is both deaf and blind, too, for the waving her ticket and she had nothing.
I think now I am nothing worse can happen to you and barely dořeknu this sits next to me is quite big and strong and still drunk steak I drove with his eyes as if he had me taste.God, I hope not!, I cry in the spirit and wonder how I should go, despite him not only get so across the table at that moment when his right hand, or rather not quite big shovel lands on my left thigh and presses me.
He starts to hum me if I haverman, then asks me if I estébák and then asks me if I'm queer, and every time when he somehow gruffly answer or I will know whether it is elsewhere, so he turns around your hand on my leg removed, he says, that does not want to hurt me, and soon the whole situation is repeated about six times more perhaps to finally tap the dead cow registers that I want to pay, and that bothers me and the guy just as easily tell me: That you should say now, that you want to pay and that bothers you, I would like him away. and I had to say: Well, after all, it's up to you I cry for about three-quarters of an hour and you nothing.
Finally, pay and leave.
After a while I give the glass back into the bag and just turn around and see how it drives me steak and so speeds up and flee, and if I wanted to capture both still need to suffocate. I come home sometime around two quite prochladlý morning.
On the way there and I suddenly realize that their fire on the ground and what the hell is in me and that's how it is impossible because all too bad. I meet a bit in front of a group of propelling the two men and two women and that one eye staring back going to the rose.
Gee, I wonder what this flower can do with female, how many women would take her all ten and you'll never, but not angry at you because I understand that you're just a good reason not to come.
So far my baby, I kiss you!
21st July 2008 at 20:42 | Who wants to understand it and understand it, so it has to read the columns from the beginning, otherwise it gives an overall sense in the final stage, as always with something new. Mathiesz - King of Czech & Prince of Silesia | LOVE or feelings and emotions on a dirty mind ...
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