"A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...don't you think
A little too ironic...and, yeah, I really do think...

It's like rain on your wedding day

It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures"

miércoles, 24 de octubre de 2007

Short Story 1


Red Dress
It was a great night. They have been seeing
each other for a year now, but they have never
spent a night together. He was wearing a beautiful
and elegant grey suit. "It looked so good on him"
- she thought. She was wearing an outstanding,
long, backless red dress with a nice neckline. Her
figure looed so beautiful. They went out to have
dinner and later they went to his apartment. He
was a doctor and she was studying her last year
of Pedagogy. In the apartment all lights were off
and they were iluminated only by candlelight. She
was extremely nervous. It was her first time (with
him). The passion they felt for each other was
like the Everest. Now, they were of each other,
they belonged to each other. There was no more
candlelight, there was only sunrise. They had their
first night together.

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