Black And Crystal Centerpieces

Forget the evil thoughts in the shadow of the tavern.

The cool of a May immature tickles the air.

patrons sat whispering, giggling

seem happy, sad look.

A couple approaches the counter. I stop to watch.

She seems tired, I do not know why, he

white curls and a broad forehead, hair grease. Holds the freckled hand.

"A sparkling wine! and the best, thank you. "Smile of lime.

bustle. They have the innocence of schoolgirls,

as during a search. What is it?

rummaging through the bottles, looking for the right one -

sizzles the glass and kissed the soft lips with lipstick.

is a time of trial. Nose dive into the vitreous circle.

"No, no we. This wine is gone. "" Excuse me, I will change it.

The open another bottle. "Compassion. "No - let it be.

I take in what you have open. Forget it. "

I feel the words hidden in her eyes: do not bother,

you do not know, you're not in a position, you do not understand.

endure this time. Bear with disdain.

come out laughing and I do not know if I laugh or be silent in bitterness.

I drink the last glass, I am alone. I am sad

as if I just had the wrong, and I'm ashamed.

How many forms has violence ? What other forms

hiding the 'humiliation ? Which dirt

Seed born again, still shame ?