Re: Sonte do pi nje gote,por...
Tonight I will drink her. I will see her outside Maggies Pub, in the corner of Avenue and Blue street where the same withered man will inevitably be waiting for the bus, and teenage skaters will be chomping on their chips. Her hair will be slicked tight against her scalp, her hoops weighing down her ears. She will be smoking a cigarete or two, chatting up one of the regulars and twirling the index finger inside the coin pocket of her jeans. She will see my silhouette approaching, and unintereseted will turn her attention to the street where the horn of a car will be beeping and yellow teeth will be flashing from the other side of the glass. I will find her nonchalant expression endearing, i will drink the moment, and i will write about her in a forum.
