quinta-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2011
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I've had this weird dream last night. I dreamt that I met the girl of my life at the bus. It happened at 455, the bus that travels between Copacabana and Meier. She was wearing a nice green dress with white flowers, a excelent choice in a sunny day -just like this one in my dream- and was carrying some books, a light green bag and a strange giant yellow leaf against her chest. The bus was too crowed and she stood right next to me while I was able to get a seat, since I get the bus some time earlier. While her hands were full and well the 455's drivers aren't used to drive gently throughout the city, I asked to carry her bag to make her trip easier (I would never offer my seat to her: I knew she'd never get it). And well, then she give me the eye, or so I felt since I did not stare at her. Why? Because... I don't know, maybe it would feel like I offered help just to hit on her, which is never the case. Even though in some way... it was this time. Anyhow sometime latter more people has left the bus and she could get a seat. She grabbed her purse back and said a quick and shy "thank you" - and yet I did not stare at her eyes... as she sat down in the seat behind mine. While I was about to leave the bus (before her), I've stood up and noticed once again the giant yellow leaf she was still holding against her chest. It was a dead leaf even though she was carrying it like a baby. The heat of the day made a drop of sweat touch my glasses and then, when I was putting them back on after cleaning'em up, I finally stared at her eyes, unintentionally. Strangely enough, her eyes were as yellow as the leaf and as giant as well. They did not shine like a leaf though - but like the sun. I've looked away and then woke up.
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