Lucid Dream ensure that the necessary powerful gulp a glass of Scotch and put it on the counter bar. Ice cubes zaterkotały bouncing off the walls of the vessel, attracting renewed attention to the bartender.
"One more." Threw przepalonym voice, reaching for the bottle.
"Enough", he replied, rising from his chair. Wrapped a scarf around his neck and walked towards the exit. Walking past the tables filled, gazed with envy at the seaman otępionego sleep, śliniącego tabletop. Evening
sobered him a piercing cold. He grabbed his jacket and tightly wrapped body, crossing his hands on his chest. Blustery wind from the ocean hit him with all the impetus, carrying with them the city bustle, chatter fuzzy horns, engines roar and clatter of trams. In the air you could feel the smell of rain. He decided not to hurry, scanning the wet marble pavement fuzzy overnight, alcohol and fatigue, citing his association with the belly of a whale. Seeing a taxi coming from an opposite, almost called her eyes, giving hope for a moment the driver, but eventually ended up on the short hesitance, after which, the taxi driver pressed the gas pedal more firmly into the floor, dragging the audio trail rozregulowanych pistons. Decided to return home on foot, and even as long weave through the streets until it feels sleep coming. He felt tired a few days of his absence. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, as when too fast to drink a few glasses of bourbon. He passed the site shop, staring at his face. By releasing step, and finally stopped. He looked dull for a long moment, tapping the tips of your fingers, swollen, dark circles under eyes sinymi crescents. His eyes seemed to be halved, and the red podbiegnięcia the protein seemed to be visible, even at dark night.
'Soon. Hold on a little longer. "He whispered under his nose tenderly. He let out a few tears with wet eyes, surrendering to the moment of helplessness. Crash cracking windows, overcome by his impetuosity sobered not blow it like that wanted.
"A little more, Lucy! See who you become without you?", Spat through gritted teeth, barely audible, breaking creak rozkalibrowanym back of his hand and rubbed his wet eyes.
answered only jarring glass under his soles.
closing behind entrance door of the apartment, pointed a vision in velvet sofa standing in the center of the living room. Curtains were drawn. Threw off his jacket and unwrapped the shawl, throwing them carelessly on the floor and headed toward the brick suede, stumbling along the way with trash standing in the hallway. The measure is wyturlały nierozpieczętowane never przestrzelone cans of coffee, meaning the black spirals oak flooring, zapruszoną strips of styrofoam, which laid out all the walls of the dwelling. He swore under his breath, sitting down on the sofa, but more than the excitement of powerlessness. Through half-closed eyelids while staring at a portrait of a woman standing on a bench, framed in a pewter frame, girded in the upper left corner of a black ribbon. A woman presented in the picture smiled at him, and he said its the same thing. Her black hair was girded with the back of the yellow ribbon, whose ends fell on the dresses of taffeta in aquamarine. He put the picture after a long time back and began to stare attentively at your hands until it closed eyelids. After it's a long time dream zastając it on the same activities. When he realized this, then looked up and glow of the sun blinded him. He heard the sound of broken under the weight of the grass steps. Covered his eyes with his hand and looked at an angle, against the silhouette of the sun shield czerwieniącego. It took a little bit to recognize a familiar ribbon.
"You finally. Long you were out", heard and felt his moist eyes again.
"I remarked as Q-Tip on the fifth quest / You and I go to meet rest "
Editors - [An End Has a Start # 03] The Weight Of The World
An End Has A Start rolled up trouser legs and thighs with a slight mlaśnięciem marble stone wall surrounding the fountain, dipped his feet in the water noiselessly. Although the mature age of her legs still had a slender shape, but it never is not shy, she knew enough to their value. Regularly at the annual festival gained the title of the most beautiful girl on the island, outclassing other pretendentki, at least a few levels. It's true boys had a slight crack, from time immemorial times wore a short-cut platinum-white hair combed to one side and mostly walked, dressed in denim overalls and worn sneakers. But the greatest sensation seemed to be her alabaster complexion, strangely resistant to burning, ubiquitous sun hanging over the island year round, clear: not move anywhere without straw hat, but it can not be an excuse. Whatever.
looked at the clean surface of the water distributed, waving her troubled feet. Water hitting barely noticeable echo on the reservoir wall and the settlements lying on Macaca bottom, covered the front of the sun shining shiny copper coins before. He could not look her in the eye, he had the impression that there are two sides of the same mirror. Constantly aware of its existence, but it seemed to be a sheet of fumed over envious of the time, making the view of opaque, almost inaccessible. Her lips, her face became slowly zaśniedziałą, fuzzy, sepia photography.
"They say you are leaving town," muttered a voice barely perceptible, turlając I found a lump in the throat, dried phlegm from the bronchial tubes. Skubał Then the embarrassment greasy cheek, for a long time without finding the courage to put his hand her hands resting on a heated marble heat between them.
Today is one of those clattering moments of silence, interrupted by the sound of cracking nuts between her fingers, the sound of reflexively pulled his arms tighter.
"I'm leaving," drawled a calm tone, looking at the horizon on the web delirious fishing boats, which distorted the profiles of hot air.
"For a long time I have had such an intention"
"I know ... Like all of us," he replied, almost in a whisper, holding his chin to his chest and pulling his arms even more.
"In the end, what might we have to wait here."
"Yeah. What?"
"NOTHING"
"NOTHING", she repeated. letting his hands deep in his trouser pockets, he thought of their hands. The fact that they do not meet anymore, and rheumatism finds their fingers in completely different places. cruel however, was aware that he was already in place ...
Yeah! Yeah! Whatever!
Editors - [An End Has a Start # 02] An End Has A Start
The focus wkruszył finger pinch of cinnamon to the coffee. He did it with such precision as if nothing had not taken place in his life. When you said that the skin of the fingers there remained not a single morsel slowly reached for the spoon resting on a saucer with a cup of even greater precision and mess everything slowly studied palette of gestures. He kept staring at her face. couple of cups of sustaining the aroma of cinnamon in the direction of neighboring tables. On the right side near the window overlooking the garden cedar, incinerated, the shadow of the coming dusk sat couple - apparently the marriage - the elderly. Snow-Haired woman wearing a dark blue dress and a man Percale, which meant the suit extremely cold steel shade. They sat with his mouth open towards the return of the orchestra, whose sole interpretation "What Now My Love" . Even the waiter who approached their table did not dare to stop this focus, moving away after a while without a word to the next score above the threshold restaurants. Table on the left was empty the whole evening. crossed his legs and eyes omiótł interior of the restaurant. The restaurant was decorated in the attic of the old town hall building. The interior was a mixture of South American style and long history of steel industry. The walls are proudly presented in the pantheon of scenes from that period and a series of portraits of the representatives of the encapsulated copper fittings. This conglomeration of accents surprised even himself, but curiously gaze slipped further after the wicker furniture and cast iron fittings wkomponowanych the wall. Dominated by foxgloves and sunflowers, in the air mingled aroma of rosemary and thyme. I have already mentioned that given mainly Italian dishes? It seemed to him the most peculiar. moments watching old couple who gave him full of dignity, he lost sight of the woman who watched the whole evening. Her table was empty, but the bolero carelessly imposed on the back of the chair, testified that it did not yet left the restaurant. Drank some coffee and quickly licked his mouth, he was still too hot. At the same time one of the waiters quickly passed his table, leaving behind him carrying a whiff of cheap perfume smell. Held his breath for a moment, pulled a cigarette from behind his ear and burnt it from the candle standing on the counter next to the glass of the daiquiri. The waiter threw on the counter adjacent table cloth and well set on its tableware, removing the previous reservation information. Further improved arrangement of sunflowers in a vase, and nodded toward the guests waiting at the entrance, a sign that everything is ready. Finished cigarette when they began to mount to the table. Man suggested the girl chair, then sat down on the collecting and informed the waiter menus him that he will call him when I decide on something. At this moment he saw her again. was pretty in a very gentle way, men could appeal to the frenetic silhouette, its young milk-pale, transparent skin, through which one could read the web of blue veins and finally opened his mouth continuously and half shut eyes, through which made an impression forever absent. The whole evening drank a martini with cranberry juice, weaning each time a toothpick with olives on the plate next to it. He smiled to himself every time he did.
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Usually it was not a problem at all for her, met with this type of gaze almost every day, which was certainly not some enigmatic riddle, because its appearance. This time, however, felt a little confused perhaps, because it did not look at myself an ounce of discretion, it was the original and some of his. At first tried to ignore them, however, even for a moment did not feel comfortable in this situation. Every now and then apologized for a moment a man in a black tuxedo, who accompanied her that night, explaining that it had to be refreshed. Man every time he helped her up and escorted her eyes. This time, waved his hand high above his head in the direction of the waiter, pointing in the direction odpitych glasses halfway. Lawirując between the tables came out dirty green carpet leading into the hall. Along the way she looked again at the man and was surprised to recognize in his face one of the faces that you barely she managed to erase from memory. Her features were sharp, pulled downwards. Covered with a complexion with a weight of rotten walls, and this type of facial hair, which even after careful shaving the impression nieogolonej. And his eyes ... A sharp look that could only belong to a lunatic. It can never forget that look, even if they will try. There will always be there somewhere, even if they do not excel in itself. Starting from the main room came with your camera phone and dialed the phone by removing the five- number on the dial. She waited only three signals, on the other side before someone picked up the phone and a hoarse voice, dry drawled "Yes?" "Sonny Castellano is back in town." At the same time behind the dull echo of the shot heard coming from inside the restaurant. "... and probably come back for good" - she added, and then hung up.
Frank Sinatra - [New York, New York # 13] The Girl From Ipanema
