Monday, November 17, 2014

About hyphens


At that time there was no sign of tall building with glass windows very that seems now, even as sick as it is, it supports a wound on white cupola. Back then, children were playing in the big yard and climbed the fence with iron bars. Maybe you do now, but I've not seen or maybe I did not stay on the sidewalk very in front enough very to wait to come. Back then, Bucharest had to wait leaking natural time to get to experience moments of celebration. Hopefully winter snow and orange spring flowers Panda forget-me-not in the alleys very of Cişmigiu while counting the days until the first strawberries, summer came the waves and sand to the bottom of our mind children, and autumn brings with it the smell supplies new and ripe pears. When I was little, on Easter Sunday mass had extended binding somewhere. Usually it was one of us, in my room with high ceilings and balcony. Imposing black-legged table is lost under a tablecloth embroidered father brought from China. In the middle, a basket of eggs. Around two parents, very a daughter and a grandmother. Required to be in the family tradition. That was about all. And family and tradition. We went in the evening to take light, bump an egg, and the next day expecting bunny, cake and Bloopers. But that year something changed. Them an idea as to also something special. I do not know, perhaps had talked among themselves and decided to go with the girls at church, could see this small and to play. Maybe mom wanted to get out and new house to walk a bit on what Jaffa streets like stray cats sun, jegărite after hunger winter. Or maybe we proposed, children and adults were said to please us. I know that day I wore nylon stockings as ladies. They were white and they were the only ones my wardrobe I allowed him to ten years. The shoes were navy blue strap and a tiny heel, the one that lets you hear a bang-bang frail, not at all make you taller. But the piece de resistance was a coat. Navy blue with plaid applications with a matching beret, the best English very cloth, which the mother had received bribe from a family with older children now and that I hate death. For ten years I wanted to do and I am Windbreaker that all children in the class and not an end in London coat. In any case, I felt that Easter Sunday, sunny and British clothing, everything was different. The dome of the church where I had come was somewhere high up, the air inside was plentiful and almost all white walls breathed freely. People are not crowded. And the priest said something in a language very funny as a rain of pebbles that hit each other. And it was full of children. Many children left to run in the yard. A yard pass over almost every morning. And sit and try to see me, with long blond hair in plaid beret, caught in an English overcoat, young mother, very my girlfriend, Irina, the half-Armenian, Armenian Church of the building without ill with glass windows, stându very them in coast. This morning, a woman with two baskets full of lilac sat glued to the iron lattice fence from Armenian. Spit over white dome. In the yard, no living very soul. There are two days until Easter. very Maybe the sun comes and fills and children. Maybe I take myself a pair Ana nylon stockings, like mine. After all, ACUS made ten years.
About hyphens
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