To Mafer
From the first time I went, I had a soft spot for the shoe.
And that is when one compares, for example, those suede shoes against each other, the decision is irrevocable. In addition, as one walks with them, are not only the prettiest but surprisingly comfortable.
Discovering that a shoe is beautiful and can also bring it all day matter how much you walk and run and climb is something very nice.
Very nice.
why all the shoes I bought there in the stash I have a large blue box where they look very cute. To attempt to preserve the boots in their original boxes, to care for them, but they are more restless and then I find them there, next to my bed, leaning on the desk or under the seat.
That day the shoe in question was a blue light, precisely, and although there was little money in the bag, I had to go.
beating.
*
House converted into den. Several rooms with chairs and sofas, curtains, pink, beige and bone. In one of them I am not welcome: there's that other her.
I apologize and I hasten to close the door.
and go back.
But there you, hand on my back and forward along the upstairs hallway. From up here you see the old armchair in the lobby, alone in the middle of the room, right in front of the screen.
What funny.
opened more doors, but all the tables and chairs on the balconies are taken.
Finally we entered a room.
Here we can do more things.
say you need a leg to a shoe tip, black.
model for you. Severed fingers. Leg up, heel on the edge of the bed. Sox. "I saw some shoes
beautiful, transparent.
- Transparent?
"Yes, yes. But they looked really cute. They had a few things and other aqua roses. Roses!, Can you imagine?
-No.
"You'll have to see them. "I'll
.
"I never had a middle way.
- did nineteenth-century prostitute?
- What do you call?
I do not know. I tell a prostitute in the nineteenth century.
"Okay.
"We can go tomorrow, if you want.
, also saw her, and then another it. At two. On the same day. What luck.
I look out the window is very high.
I wonder if I can throw a melon from up here and there I am on the melon, down the stairs, fingers cut off, entered the kitchen and ask:
A melon, please. But as a whole.
snow is that we have no lemon. Only strawberry.
not matter. And here I
with melon, upstairs, splayed, he entered the room and go to the floor.
-Care.
Melon in hand, I worried I might kill someone.
'd better go.
*
I walked into the shoe and curls watery shades of green, blue and pink slid from the ceiling and shelves. Wavered between the sandals, slippers, shoes floor, the dancers, platforms, wedges, evening shoes, the mouths of fish, boots and booties.
There were also bags, accessories, and a truly divine gray hats.
And between a shoe heel rosewood wedge prism and a blue sky, those shoes were invented. Transparent. Trimmed in aqua green and pink.
shoes I thought you were a mermaid.
I took one in my hands.
always takes me to find out if the right or left but never mind. Turning
I hurt the middle. My finger. My cut. Go
ingenuity to achieve a stylish shoe with plastic wrap, and entered it.
not even reached to see how much they cost.
I felt uncomfortable.
had long crossed no word.
I saw. I never recognized.
He approached the seller, left the shoe in place and fled.
never recognize me.
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