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| Illustration by Erin Wilson |
It seemed it was yesterday when two strangers were tainted by the energies of lust and curiosity.
Who was that handsome guy with bulging eyes, dark hair and wonderful face.
Who was that girl with agile and seductive movements, owner of so mysterious power of attraction .
It seemed it was yesterday when with subtle approaches, alone remained.
No time for introductions, no time for courtship, she was just in passing, had to return to Vienna at dawn, along with her celestines .
In another time she could have thrown herself into a hedonism sea that tasting for her arteries, but saw something in him, something else.
It seemed it was yesterday when they were to be seen: Will be the May 13th of that 1874 when I dedicate a piece at 9:00 sharp , wait for me at the dance floor, my maid.
Both knew what they were talking about, was that Royal party, day of rejoicing for the bourgeois, an excuse to open the finest wines, and to use the most thunderous and bulky dresses of all Austria.
"There I’ll see you my prince charming" phrase that was precipitated and overflew those candy lips.
It seemed it was yesterday when he awaited on that float at the corner of her home, it was a secret their re-encounter.
They rushed to the party, and got separated, no one understood why, but she wasn’t worried because he knew, that her charming prince would rescue her at 9 of those empty bureaucratic conversations, those old ladies full of ethanol.
It seemed it was yesterday when she was in the middle of the room facing the front and waiting, rumbling around the room giving the 9 o clock of that cold night was that big watch and after that, rang the Beautiful Blue Danube, her favorite.
It's when she thought everything would be perfect, and with a beautiful smile and anxiety in her hands, still standing in that same middle place, in that same room, with those same hopes as a child on Christmas Eve.
People danced around her, whispering and wondering, what is she doing standing there alone? But then that smile was waning, even though she was fighting for not let that happen, between the crowds, finally sees her charming prince, and she is hopeful once again, but his favorite waltz has come to an end, after several codes, which missed.
At that moment it seemed that it was yesterday when the image of her prince fell apart at the beginning of the next waltz, because of her charming love was busy unleashing their lustful desires with a whore in disguised.
"May the devil take the fucking waltz " were the words of the young woman, who walked away from that scene, tears rushing to those almond eyes full of dreams.
By IneGray
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