MIND

Nazik apologized with the eyes of a polite child, as she should. Lawrence replied: When I told him, I felt that what was required was to discuss the matter with him, so I met with Lawrence in the café at the end of the curved sidewalk. He would place his eyes on a soda bottle, fill it and pour it. I did not know where he threw the carbonated water until I entered. He was throwing it in the fields, believing that the plants feel the summer, and plants do turn into a raincoat at that time. I had become used to it, the sweet lover my guest love to sweets, one after the other, dividing them according to the time, and what were the moments except that four hours of silence passed while I was staring at two lips covered with sugar with great passion, as he snatched the spoon from my hand and ate the ice cream. Then he said, "Does this really matter?" Ice cream, as if there was no other broom to stick a witch on?"i smile. The dead language became to life in his hands spring into flowers fields , returning to it's youth, and without lying, I would have considered him my friend had he not killed my family.

i share my mind i would to but i saw musing eyes that night when i'm home nazik was calling someone i didn't know who when i ask her she say that my brother is coming here and his family to discuss who will hire the house the money the family name as if i do care.