Watch me as I lose control!

     Watch me as I lose control! And you may think: "What a silly girl!"

     Because in the morning she has a no make-up pretty face, slightly childish. Sometimes, you think of her as a child because she's whining about her cereals from her bowl, throwing the raisins out with disgust! Because raisins alaways disgusted her. She spins and jumps, but when the evening comes she transforms. Which form? Deform? Slightly uniform? And yet, no definied form. She raises herself on her heels, she covers her body with the most beautiful dress, leaving it enough naked so as to be intriguing, instigating, so she can shout: "You silly! What do you want?"

     Because in the mornings she acts childish and you think: "What a silly girl!What's between her and thouse raisins? How childish she is!"...and you almost believe she's humble. Because she reads every book and every time she goes to the next page...actually no...she tears them! She tears them as she has no mercy left. The pages that she read too much, are thrown now. She throws them because it bores her. Same letters, same vain pastels...she'll get another book. She throws them, just like the raisins from her cereals, which disgust her. She'll throw you the same way she thows her raisins. After all, she is a child...and she goes to the next page every time...but to hell with all this books! Why so much compassion? She's not impressed anymore! When she had enough, she breathes, she sweats and she'll vacum you! Damn with all the pages, damn with you, damn with the bloody raisins!

     Watch me as I lose control! And in that very moment, she lights herself a menthol cigarette, just because she finds it fascinating. Then she has a drink and throws herself into the dancefloor. And the crowd is starring at her. Because fairies puts spells, cursing...and sometimes they fall in love. And then you think: "What a silly girl!"But you don't even finish your thought, that she already stole yourself from you: she's playing and she's dancing and she's drwaing you across her sky. And then she underwrites on your chest, pushing hard: I'm not waiting for you anymore, I left! 

     Raisins always bored her!