Well this is the beginning of some kind of story I'm writing.
have long wanted to write and the characters were hanging around in my head ... and it was time to translate these into the blog.
"Die Kunst der Lüge? "The art of lying"
... hope you like it. Enjoy
was a cold night, a young couple sat on the pavement of a parking lot. The first was tall, extremely thin, her hair was black and long, that covered his face hiding the scars left from disposals of his distorted mind which were distributed mainly in the mouth and eyebrows. He had dark eyes, large, penetrating but generally looked tired. was a perfect picture of decline. For the rest, he represented dementia in its purest form. Worthy of admiration for some and hate others. He wore black pants, tight, dirty, a white shirt, stained with a few drops of blood a worn leather jacket and a "backpack" that hid a bottle of rum in it.
His life story was not the best, son of divorced parents, had lived in various parts of the country. At age 16, without finishing his schooling, he decides to break away from his mother, his mentor for years, to undertake the course and thus find a new source of inspiration in his life that was not cocaine. After wandering for 2 years (in the course of this, tried to resume relations with his father that became a total failure that ended with a few broken glasses, the theft of some species and a few cuts on his face) found a small piece in the center of the city and he had called "Heim" (Home in German)
other hand, his companion was small, thin, his hair was brown and wavy. His eyes were gray covered by a thin layer of black eyeliner. wore a black coat with red buttons, bought by his father during a business trip, a red dress and black boots. the distance the girl gave an appearance of a doll out of a toy.
The devotchka unlike his accomplice, came from a family well established, had 2 brothers, a dog, an attentive mother, a concerned parent, a nice house in the best neighborhood city. Had completed his fourth half and was ready to launch his new venture: The university.
huge young eyes were on her, watching every detail of his face, this act makes the girl blush which leads her to wear her hands to her face and move from side to side. Took hours sitting there, but for them the time went slow and tried to seize every second to admire each other.
already recovered from that embarrassment, she plucks up courage and begins to caress your face without leaving any detail with the tips of his fingers through all the scars, feel. She kisses on the cheek. The young are completely paralyzed, had never felt such a show of affection, never in its 20 years of life they had cherished no less kissed. takes her by the waist and pressed against his body, his mouth is coupled to it, but does not dare to kiss her. Remember the countless times he has kissed other women, none of them were in love, but were caused by alcohol or the effects of drugs. Curses over and over again not to do so, but feel that the kiss will lose the charm and poison all their karmas and fears ... To destroy that figure? Never. Look again lips, small, red, scared. You can feel her delicate body scar between his big arms, I would hold her until she was breathless and thus make it yours forever.
... The aroma was sweet ecstasy.
... It was perfect.
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