Marlboro cigarettes illusions
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Cigarettes and chocolate
Smoke, cigarette smoke cloaked everybody: drunk and alluring it slides on everybody who was in the room. It cloaked, flattered and excited. Smoke of Marlboro cigarettes. The windows were curtained with heavy and long curtains and the semidarkness made this situation more relaxed.
Girls were in a drowse, some of them lay on the sofa, one of them in the armchair.
All of them were in beautiful silk dresses. One of them really stood out. She set on the velour chair. Her dress of color violet- purple gently assessed her body.
Delicate laces gave her sexuality that she had plenty already. Long and chestnut hair draw on her shoulders and over it was thrown a fur neckpiece.
She smelled of chocolate: dark, bitter and at the same time sweet.
She served drinks to everybody. Glass of red wine. From drinking it the head became foggy and after that nobody wanted to leave the amazing apartment.
Time was passing. Already it was late in the night, but young people didn’t wish to go away.
Fog of smoke at cigarettes
Closing my eyes and I imagine fog of smoke. This fog of smoke at cigarettes sometimes is transparent and light, from time to time is black and heavy.
That is illusion, falsity, secrecy …. It happens in all manifestation: sweet, bitter or dangerous...
Black, white, light, transparent.
Heavy, light, perfidious…..
Sometimes we want to feel her, sometimes not, sometimes keep quiet, sometimes speak up...
Sometimes, we believe and completely accept that this is true....but ears crash with bullshit.
What important place it has occupied in our life? And how much time does she need to become a leader?
My morning. Dream about cigarettes smoke
Cold air and a sharp Morning, has not yet darken stench of exhaust fumes of cars and breathing other people, torn chest.
It is easily and freely, but this becomes cold and lonely. We want to be someone that warm and caress. But realize that no one cozy, because you do not have anyone, and this becomes a sad and plaintively to the heart. We want to sleep more and not to awake.
Lost fog closed me from the world, close to pushing one another reality and the dream. Even cigarette smoke, it is not dissolved before the end, leaving a cloud of corrosive. If a little stand and walk them, then there is that sense of revulsion that a desire to quit cigarettes and never smoke.
But the habits and passions of certain desire to take over power and forced to move away from mere clouds. It is anyone outdoor. Only occasionally reluctant is to work passers. It is dawning has not yet begun, so there is a pleasant street shade, occasionally soluble of lanterns.
Quiet light. Heard only barely breathing and heart audible beating. Finish smoking years with the cigarette falls in puddles. I'm Feeling Bored, but pleased. Feeling are calm. It is again cigarettes. Fog slowly begins distraction, claiming with a serenity and warm .Blow northern wind. At Tel ran shivering. Want to go out there ... where the heat.
At the head of habit turned into law. In the eyes swooped green-gray school. There is a desire, but it is another to go home. Again the wind blowing, throw out every thought of the head. As soon disappeared and desire. Looking as the expression of a person became indifferent.
It has been all along. Inness is dream, in reality, as the fog coming in the morning. The world has been sated autumn paints. Under their feet became clear differ felled leaves and dead grass. Everything was disgusting and sad. It is nor soul around. In this dismal landscape, through thick clouds network, tried to look cold autumn sun. But the attempt failed.
Again the wind blowing, enraged indifference of nature, frustrating the past leaves with trees, rushes towards me. I accepted the ice and severe blow to the face by closing their eyes fully devote to ice flow. Wind becomes silent. At persons left feeling torn. Breath lost.
Had been stopped and recover. Had been recovered, mechanically want smoking. Hand is habitually stretching to bundle cigarettes, but that it is not allowed to do so. Quietness is prevalent after wind gust, at Davila ears.
Calm start oppresses. Half deafen rate through dirt, which accumulated at the pier did not trail, wanted to move quickly to be in school ... strange desire...... Whether fully simmered.
Fog has been scattered as dreams. It is morning.
Illusion deception ...
Turning a blind eye, imagine veil of smoke of cigarettes, at times, transparent and light, black and heavy at times ...
This deception, lies, secrecy ... it happens in all forms, sweet, bitter, dangerous ...
Black, white, bright, transparent.
Heavy, light, perfidious ...
Sometimes, we want to hear it, sometimes not, sometimes hold back sometimes say...
Sometimes we believe and fully agree that this is true ... a drop of noodles ears ...
It is a meaningful place to hold it has become in our lives? Similarly, it will soon to make one’s way in leaders? ...
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