I pull my hair into a tight ponytail, tying a red satin ribbon around it. I wipe my shoes from the street dust ... I raise my hands to the sky and put on a weightless dress that falls like a silk stream over my body, tilting my neck and, like a weightless kiss, I apply perfume with a light touch of your fingers ... mmm ... fragrant!
I feel like a heroine of the era of American jazz, descended from the pages of Fitzgerald ...
Fragrant moist autumn air rushes into the slightly open window and the skin is instantly covered with small ripples of light pimples ...
Sunset rays caress my face and emit a gentle purple light in a transparent cup ... Have you ever drank sunset from a cup?
It's delicious ... like an illusion of unfulfilled hopes!
People are in a hurry to return home after exhausting office work ... they have gray masks on their faces, which at home will replace the masks of their usual wife or husband ...
The lights of a small cornice garland are lit on the street, and the imprint of red lipstick is forever lost on the rim of the cup from the clumsy touch of the hand ...
I don’t want to wear masks !!! I want to be real and sincere with you! Will you let me do this? Will you take off your mask when we are alone with you?