hopping from one swing to another, laughter filled teeth, PAF! A cat that licks the paste nervously in his corner, the riders who set their rhythms to the sound of their music, Bang, the nth ball that just fun ...
A slight wind is suddenly fly off the hat of a girl short to catch up, fly is the sketch that was on my bench and I finished 10 minutes instead. Suddenly he arose to his feet, his feet, she, but what is it?
At first I saw nothing, just the aura that surrounded his being, just the aura that drew the sun around his body, his face suffused by light. She bends, take Gently my piece of paper, remove dust religiously landed on it, watching with interest my drawing looks in my direction, moving in my direction, slowly, she comes forward to light my bench!
Disturbed, I look left and right, forward it to me really. Nervously, I cap my hair with my hand, I adjust my posture, I put a few sheets of paper scattered on the bench, I take my pencil, I buried my head in my notebook with an interest in disguise, a false air seriously ... "Excuse me, but I think it belongs to you! .
I lift my head and I meet his gaze hypnotic scent intoxicates me, his voice bewitches me, I manage to stammer a few words: "Uh ... who?? me! Euuh ... "She laughs heartily, and his laughter echoes in my ears like a hymn to joy, like a sound from elsewhere, as a call to happiness. "You're the only one with a pencil and a notepad here, and it can only belong to you I think! In fact, I congratulate you, your sketch is beautiful, the colors are so real, the scenery is beautiful, it looks like I've seen but where? I do not remember ... . She tends
my paper, I extend my hand and I touch my mechanically sweetness incarnate, silk humanized, the velvet in all its beauty ... "Thanks, sorry to be tired ... Thank euuuh. ... Excuse me ..." She I smiled and said "But it is I who thank you, I hope you do other designs as beautiful, and I would have the chance to see them ... one day ... goodbye Mr. Painter Park, see you soon ... maybe .... "
She throws me a glance and then turns around and leaves. It starts already! I am everyone its long and graceful movements, I think I hear the sound of her dress that touches the ground, the impact of these bracelets in his arms, I really enjoy the view of the dance of the wind in her hair, kiss the piece of paper who sent me to my seat, I still feel hope sniffs her perfume, I blessed to have the wind blowing in my direction, I pray for that 'soon' come true for the random returns his steps toward the bench again.
