A girl with red lipstick... was walking down by Venceslav square...Brown boots, blue jeans, red leather jacket, brown leather bag, blue big scarf, earwarmers with red hearts. She had everything to feel complete: box of her drawings, music she likes, cup of starbucks coffee and a cigarette. Her eyes were shining, her heart was beating and mind was flying ... She was in love with this city. It was the place were she could sing and even dance while walking, she could look right in the eyes of strangers and smile. A place were she could stand in the middle of crossrowds and wait until her heart will decide in which way to lead her. Here her heart and brain were best friends. This city let her be alone or surrounded with lots of attention... depends of her needs. City was transforming, it was feeling her mood, letting her feel great: enought crazy, enought risky, enought smart, young and full of life, with lots of energy and plans. This was the place where she was feeling her wings. She was sure that she can do everything she wanted...
A girl with red lipstick was walking down by Venceslav square and thinking... who decided that this huge street must called a square ?..
October 23, 2011
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