Je n'ai jamais été du genre pétard comme fille. Ma crinière de feu, dans les années 80, n'était pas tellement à la mode. On préférait les blondes ou à la rigueur les brunettes mais surtout pas les rouquines...Ca faisait trop turn off. Mettez-y un baby face, une voix aigrelette à souhait et vous avez le coctail molotov d'une petite fille qui reste dans son coin et qui longe les grands murs blancs de la Polyvalente. Je regardais toujours par terre, comptant les craques sur le sol: de toute façon, qui aimerait regarder une fille comme moi? Même if I make up, I hid from the eyes of others. As far back as I can remember, I've always been too unconventional: I listened to punk and heavy metal, I had the look of Samantha Fox and Madonna's "Like a Virgin," I read Shakespeare and Baudelaire and I spent my lunch hour at the library. All that in a preppy people, dressed with Vuarnet, Esprit and Polo and listening to New Kids on the Block. Let say that I spent hours to eat lunch alone. I remember those stomach cramps just the idea of passing the door of the cafeteria and sit all alone by herself to eat. Every day, it was the same ordeal ... I greatly preferred to make me dirty Kleenex pitcher than that.
I could make any meanness to not be alone in my corner in life, in society. Accept anyone in my life that was my descent into hell ... Came down, the door opened to manipulation and domination on the pain and fear. I was hanging around on a leash and saying "Look, I can do what I want with that bitch!" I noice my soul of these luxury travel.
And then I get older ... I do not know how and in what way, but I became pretty, what is said. But still as wicked inside ... a perversion that is not yours but you got it instilled in force "I love you if you m'suce. One of which sticks you like dirt like a cigarette when you want to have a beer or two. You have done so much for the beast to get your Cirque nonoss you do not know to be beautiful. And without you realize, you become a creature of lust. Men get older, become greedy lust. They always ask for more and they want no matter the risk. A girl who has aged well and is open-mindedness is something so precious as water in the desert. They would stick on you like a fly on honey ... Because their wife beauties de jeunesse autrefois, ont mal tournés comme du vin aigre, et sont devenues plus intransigeantes avec le temps.
Toi, dans le fond, tout ce que tu veux, c'est vivre ta petite vie tranquille et être la femme du seul homme qui a vu le diamand brut en toi. Lui faire comprendre qu'il sera le seul à profiter de tes bras, de tes levres et de tes yeux si doux. Il n'est pas fou: il voit bien ces nombreux regards envieux...
C'est la récompense à celui qui a pansé mes plaies.
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