Rosa That afternoon I entered the hall almost to despair. The place I was recommended by a friend who attended the often. He told me: "go quiet, there you will find what you're looking." And I, still, I had played the bell.
The person who greeted me had a round face and sweaty, long hair, but sparse, now lost in memory . The experience marked him, and seemed to have had enough. His lack of height was offset by a rich reserve of fat on the sides containing the right pace and caracollante air of good-bad, a gentle animal that was forced by circumstances to be fierce, despite himself. His eyes, off, looking down, as if in his shoes there were the real truth about myself. "Experience," I thought. Every step was waving that tired galleon adrift. The parquet centenary had no more veins not want to crack under those steps and always the same tired, back and forth, back and forth, the old traverser of lost souls. In long, dark corridor followed one another portraits of old men with light brown mustache, women from the narrow waist and wide skirts. Drapes a pink opaque accompanied our passage, forming a sea of \u200b\u200bmemories in which men of every time they had left to drown. The sound of our footsteps became louder and even the bustle in the room grew louder. Probably they jostle to be first in line once the sliding door would open, I was able to distinguish high-pitched noise, excited, hopeful, long sighs and muffled giggles.
arrived at the door behind which was what I had come. In these cases, the pleasantries will have little effect and the man she knew. He also knew that back there, some with the its breathtaking curves, who with his fairing cry, those girls had a strong play and would have relied, at any cost. They wanted me perhaps more than I wanted them, the manhunt was open and I began to feel a predator prey. The man looked at me for the first time in my eyes, expressionless. He opened his mouth long enough to announce: "Welcome to our salon. Spend a good evening, sir." The door finally opened. And there I was on the threshold to be overwhelmed by so much opulence: penetrating colors and fragrances, dazzling, nearly made me jump. There were many beautiful, big, powerful, challenging. I had never seen anything like it before. I was just me. I smiled, embarrassed, trying to meet the eyes of all friendly, polite and need, then seeing other onlookers in the second and third row hand they could penetrate the dense mass of leaning on me. The group slowly disintegrated and retreated, he left me in the middle of the large dark room. Only then, using the reflections of light that overcame the resistance of the thick curtains, I began to distinguish the different shapes, the disarming beauty of some of the intriguing features than others.
breathed deeply. There was little to talk now, everything was clear. Was my turn to act, they would be subject to my decision. I was there to choose my partner and I would have done, by golly! I passed in review one by one, walking floor, pondering each step, addressing it in one or another direction. I tried to point out every little detail, looking, smelling and touching their skin, mirrored in their eyes, caressing their perfect circles, as the knobs. Then her past. He stood there in the corner, it seemed busy with something else but there was little to combine in that room except to listen to me . What aroused my curiosity and I decided to talk to her. She saw me but did not dare look at me, I knew that I was closer, his heart was a piston pounding to the rhythm of my footsteps decided. In a moment I was in front of her and promptly asked her: "What's your name?" "Rosa," he said, dropping his eyes. "You should not be here that you are accented. Where are you from?" "From a distance. From the East." "Why are not you with the other to make the best of my knowledge You are not interested in me? Do not you like me?" "No, no ... Not so ... I'm just afraid that you are like ..." "Her first husband was seduced and abandoned, Lord. And Rosa has never recovered." One of the other interrupted our conversation. Silenced her with a look and I turned back to Rose: "That's right, Rose?" I called her by name and it made me blush. She nodded sadly. "You should not have been easy for you. Poor dear ...", I said. Silence. Unreal. Like in a battlefield after the defeat. All the others had been silenced by my attitude.
I got up and took the hand out of my control, during the conversation was over to rest gently on her. you feel you must go, go. Everything revolved around me, what remained was the look of deep Rosa, shared only for a few moments. I saluted and withdrew. The man was limited to raise his head to make sure I left without causing damage. I must have looked shocked because even on the bus on the way back, people decided to abide far. I had in mind only her. In the days following the image of Rosa appeared to me everywhere, I could not close his eyes without seeing her, I could not dream without meeting her. I saw her in every imaginable future with me. I was exhausted. I declared I won. was too much. I had to return. I had to understand.
returned. She was waiting for me. I understood. 
I took with me and I signed all the papers, I assured her that he would a happy life, without mutual love and assistance. The operator of the living sweat had confirmation that I was mad and just before we say goodbye I said, "I've seen strange things in my life, but choose pink in the middle of all that good of God above all!" . smiled and turned the key. His gentle roar filled my heart. rose was perfect, perfect for me as I was for her. God makes them and then they mate. pink because she is a woman of the south, to love and respect, why is wife, lover, mother and daughter. Everything together. 
Pode-pink because
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Venditti pink because it has dedicated a song to her beauty, when he was a singer ... 
pink because pink is my heart-doubts, those doubts that go beyond the beaten track, to wander in search of truth, the source. or pink, take me away, let me discover what I do not know, let me go beyond the limits (but not over the limit). is decided. Me and Squad. Suns insoles. Where? Does it matter? * L *
