Eden

To achieve it myself, and make him is proud of me. We have to dream and struggle for our dreams!

Often, when he works at his desk, I sit down on his lap, and he shakes me and hugs me. The day before yesterday we went to the club. They ordered champagne for fifteen hundred dollars. But after all the drunk I vomited. To me already it became ridiculous. Why do we drink? It is clear that the mood rises and there is a sense of flight. But after? And imagine, if you were a homeless person? Wouldn’t it be work, food, housing? Anyway, I would have lived somehow. Sometimes I also live without a penny in my pocket.

I’m going to meet a friend at the airport today, which we often rave about. And the day before yesterday I bought myself a coffee maker and a bathroom. Soon, I think, I’ll order a bedroom and a beautiful box to put my diamonds into it. Sometimes, when I rage, I throw them away. And he still buys new ones. Well, there is love. It’s just that sometimes I get bored with all this. I decided to be a volunteer and go to Africa to live there for more than a year. Not to be spoiled. Everything is straightforward. I registered on the site to devote a year of my life to volunteer work. But, it seems, they do not need a volunteer. For the full complex began to learn the Turkish and French language and learned to dance. Well, okay, the year has passed, the purification has turned out to be complete, but I’ll tell about it later. I remember the days when I drank Dom Perignon and smoked cigars in splendid solitude, and sometimes with him.

Again thoughts about death came. What will become of my body? Warm? With the world? Dancing penguin – that’s what I turned into today. In the dancing penguin!

Sometimes it’s so relaxing to sit in the dark. And that no one was around. I remember my childhood, the taste of apples and cherries, the rustle of leaves from the wind. Now either the music in the headphones or the noise of the city. I began to forget how the ants scurry back and forth, began to forget what life is. Often the space of streets is so stifling that I want to escape to the forest or to the mountains, where only grasses, goats and me. Yesterday we went out with him again to walk and drink.

She remembers the ant, whom the five-year-old girl wanted to crush with small fingers. Probably, she often did this when she was little. Childhood will come back soon only you will go towards your childhood. Sometimes it is ok to be a child neither than the adult.

Conversation mine with Right.

– I’m not for you.

“I tried to forget you.”

“Try again, forget it.”

– As you can see, nothing happened.

– You can afford anything, but not me. – The creature.

– I miss you.

“Shut up and leave.”

“I do not need you, believe me, I can manage.”

– I have no doubt.

– See you in another life, or, when I die,

Send me roses.

– I want us to be together, I want to enjoy to wait for your beauty, your eyes, I want to see how you smile, I want to feel your smell, touch your body, caress you, I want to explore the touch of your lips. I do not know what is happening to me.

That’s how they swore.

God has presented a woman’s body and a masculine character. One with another is not particularly combined. But if there were no male character inside, then a long time ago this fragile outside of the girl would not have existed.

In a dream, I often get into the Second World War, where I am a five-year-old girl, who was given a piece of bread. And I usually walk around the collapsed buildings. And sometimes I get into the future. There I saw either robots, or drones, without legs, but with a human face. Do they have a soul? I do not know.

How delicious the rain smells and how pleasant it is on its own! You need to try it, and only then can you understand this. What happiness – to stand in the rain without an umbrella!

– I do not want to look into his eyes, he exhausted my strength and my confidence.

– What do you want most of all?

– I missed the family, and on it, I want champagne.

“He probably wants you, too, and champagne… Correspondence with a friend who does not exist.”

***

A mysterious city of love without time and space. Adele adored these Parisian perfumes Dior Jadore and Gio Aqua, and he always smells of Bulgury, Davidoff – this smell attracted and confused her thoughts.

And do you know what attracts me most to him? His erudition. In my childhood I had

A toy “Scrabble”, there are all the letters of the alphabet and a board – on it, you could make up words. It has always been exciting to play.

We sat with him on the lawn next to University, decided to play and relax.

Wrote words. He wrote the word “trust”, I wrote – “faith”. He wrote the word “love”. The wind caressed our faces. It was our trip to Shanghai.

Sometimes her heart beat in unison with the city, occasionally tapping the SOS signal. No one answered him except the capital.

And in these moments I go to my psychologist, and we communicate on different topics.

I’m just asking questions.

– Why do people in one place feast and grow fat, and at the same time, they die of hunger somewhere? The world is not at all the same as we imagine it, and we only pretend that everything is normal, but in fact, we live in a madhouse?

A pause from my psychologist. He ponders why such wild thoughts are into the head of this woman and where they come from.

My psychologist lives in his daily routine with clients. And he doesn’t want to know why I was hedonist and asсet at the same time it was too much for him!!! He decided that this questions should be resolved by the client.

When the heart knocks and says “SOS, save me,” I go in for sports or dance. Or I drink a glass of champagne and fall asleep.

I go to my master, he makes me a haircut, which I want, and after a hairdresser, I go to do a manicure and buy a new dress every time, drink coffee and after that I sit, basking in the sun.

The psychologist with an intelligent air explained to me that the struggle of the two began in my soul – the hedonist and the ascetic – inevitably dooming me to chaos. Male and female are intermixed. Many artistically gifted people are weak-willed and contradictory. And I’m also inconsistent and, maybe, somewhat weak-willed. Sometimes I forget what happened yesterday.

The room where the session is taking place. The walls are white, the sofas are dark blue, the smell of sandalwood. It always calmed me down. And still sounded Fur Elise Beethoven.

We did not live long in that city.

I booked a taxi and came to the Tower, it is in another part of the city. Journalists and cigar lovers gathered. Everyone watched the video as if somewhere far away in Cuba they roll cigars by hand. Drank French wine.

He spoke again about life, Adele remained silent and pretended not to hear him.

During this conversation, a random acquaintance, a representative of some magazine sat next to us. He pretended that he did not pay attention to our discussion, although he understood perfectly well what was going on. We spoke English, but our new friend spoke another language. We talked about the old city, what it was like and how the ancient people lived here when they were young. We were nostalgic for the bohemian veins of the time.

By the way, bohemian parties then took place in the hotel in the centre of the city, which is located close to the bund. This is a pedestrian street, along which everyone walks to look at the new part of the town. And behind – all the old buildings.

We enjoyed cigars and wine.

I sometimes like solitude and drink with the city and the building. I usually talk to buildings or monuments on such days.