Travelling around my room (3 and last part)
I could podrozywac constantly popatrzac on kziazki that are on my library
Oh, no sznawalem the Library, which is close to the window and almost opposite the bed, has specificzna locations
is on the side of the room in a strategic position, thanks to its height, could observe every movement who was doing in the room
besides it is so long against a wall it becomes like a defense wall.
Kziazki which can be seen in a white piece of furniture have different themes.
You can be found "des livres" about Korea, Slavic Languages, finance, ethics, literature 19 lid, kitchen and other topics
Few people can see min. Hölderlin, Plato, Cocteau and the whole package.
The furniture in your room watches everything and have something that you do not have. When you are not in the room furniture is observing what is going on or what we do not see everything.
in this library is also a piece of furniture which can be found in the middle of different drinks so-called rates.
I remember just such a honey mead so-called Poltorak thanks to which I
could podrozywac, otherwise you can find one of those of Ukrainian
vodka with cranberry, light but tasty.
Room that I got to know the event too. Events so-called home, I had the opportunity to invite a few people in this place.
Often people come with a partner. Once it becomes that this partner is a woman, the furniture can easily
look at those who are watching this people that live events which are
no longer ours.
No longer becomes a partner to lie down in addition to the fun during the event.
It reminds me even when I podrozywalem in a foreign country,
the so-called foreign peace!
in this country came up with a brunette woman, quite high, complexion
that resembles southern part of Europe, the hair is dark as chocolate
from Ethiopia, the eyes of fire, brew tempting like a good French
cheese, delicate hands like soap with Maryslii.
S. was a clever for that, not for the stubborn, not stupid, not too clever, that kind of weight on which every guy dreams.
Sometimes when August przetulila to me, even cold which was in me melted and turned on bliskawiszczna love like infatuation!
Ah infatuation, moments of youth, where are those moments?
a party to this, S. and I odklejilismy August and everyone talked with
different people, S. almost forgot about me and I no longer kontrolawem.
However, as nice when everyone comes back together in chwialach nudu
for such a party and under wplywme lakoholu man becomes loved and lips
of these two przeblizaja August "et ne plus qu'un Forment."
Another day I returned to this country but it was already dark, but she went S. was still room
It was dark, had still smell S. in me, but it was not.
Reason went away but the soul was.
Sometimes when I'm in my room, I have to wonder occasions on various topics.
Not roztaje August with the room but I have to admit that the time to go back home, but what house?
Is this room is not my home?
Room knows everything about me, slyszyl me, seen me naked, but no other judge
Maybe sometimes it has drawbacks izalety who do not have the people?
Maybe he is a man? Maybe part of us. Sometimes when you change the address is probably the poster with data
opuszcicie place, I know how much it is difficult, I lived in one room
of more than 14 years, I was hard to take divorce from him but I had to,
I went with him to betray others.
At these words I would like to complete a journey, the night begins
and again I get a chance to know a new place, room is a part of our
lives and it is worth dowartowac it.
When I got out of the room eaten apple.