Today my car is not running, so get out and walk to the bus stop. As you go upstairs and I go around the middle where it faces a window through which I see a girl walking. Black hair in curls, long curly hair half back, large buttocks, buttocks those that seem to go from waist to mid-thigh, ah yes, and the strut, the swagger characteristic of walking who knows his own world. Then the face, a small, thin face, those who pretend to age, and lens. That reminded me both of whom fell in love. That
college girl with pretensions, wanting to be a real economist and applied research in any field (or so you said). That girl who read lots of books, whose pretext to read best-sellers was "not to walk me talking." The girl cocacola who walked the aisles hello everyone. Which did not see the time came to finish his degree and a graduate degree and have a nice house for herself and a car of those who now buy the yuppies. Which wanted to conquer the world and be somebody.
how I liked all that.
But now no graduate, no cute little house or car for yuppies. There are more than the Lady
... Hopefully I'm wrong.
O is pure jealousy to me to give you the name. Pue'que.
