– Then I shall start. I tell you my story. The story of my life starts from Tita. Until then I don’t relay have who knows what memories or some important things to distinguish in my life, before knowing her. Still as a strange thing is the fact that from our breaking up I couldn’t say I lived special moments or I had other sorts of accomplishments. No. This woman … TITA…was like an advertisement. She was always shining and she had a charm of envy. Envied by all the women that saw her. Around men she was the polarizing appearance. They all circled around her. She was a very dominative person. She acted with all the men around her as an oppressor. The one that was caught in her meshes reacted at the smallest gesture that she was making, begin totally thrilled, I could say for he entire life time … and believe me “behind” her there were uncounted lost men and their number, of the thrilled ones, was daily rising, night by night. Through these thrilled men, these crazy in love after her, she satisfied her desires. She was of unique sadism in this matter. In the place she was in she couldn’t allow that other woman to be courted, to be equal to her. Many, a lot of men hungered, hoped for a bite from her love. But they did not know that Tita had just one love, for her own person. No love, any romance of any man touched her, in no circumstances to agonize her, to crunch her, how it should normally happen, to have an echo in her soul, sonority in the yearning fire of their love. She was as a stone. Indiscoverable and nevertheless the one that felt from grace was a complete man. He would fall not only from her surrounding but he would also loose his friends, colleges and whatever affinity he had towards the society.
You had the feeling that herself was the vogue in love. Men, hurt in their high-mindedness, in their Ego, were looking in vane solutions for their revival in the society and for many times this decadence will bring them in despair, some getting until the supreme gesture …
Her smile crushed down a lot of destinies and besmirched a lot of families. I could see her right now how she would get close with gentle steps, gallants, like a queen, to a group or other, moving away some, getting close others, through gestures that sometimes stud out life from death, to whom they were intended. That’s how she was then …
Monday, August 10th, 2009 | Scriitor: carti online
Category: Foreign in my life
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