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PostPosted: Fri 10:32, 27 May 2011    Post subject: The roof of a city

The roof of a city


  die with a secret, so meant to be a complete person.
  up the city to be demolished an old building, full of holes to choose between in a position sitting on a cement paper. The old color of paper, earth tones gray face, in my mind at this time is definitely a good paper. Timely.
  full of people were buried, fertile rolling smoothly. Wake up the secret of the monsoon just around the corner. Race to enchanting flowers, such as outflow from the wound. Indifference to the green grass, cheap sunset without a soul, floating on the edge of the city. Go from here? In any case I want to leave the city, between me and him have no possible connection exists. His mother repeatedly said that his son is not my matches. I have a toy factory workers in the other place in the women, unlettered, seemingly heartless, looks normal. His mother said that if I am not a hard count wrapped his son, his son, not at the meeting as honest. His son is so thick, has since graduated from high school, in addition to the factory is to hold a basketball. Have white teeth smile, bright light which the world open to all. His son is not with her at the food market selling vegetables,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], in his sister to open a toy factory forging practice, a separate area to live in urban areas, all due to the future. Then the mother said proudly, if she did not two brushes, a woman alone is not a single shot hit the markets in Yiwu fortune selling vegetables, her man no matter the issue never had to fox friends card market. So, to leave, not wishful thinking there is any other.
  thick she said of her son, in fact, she did not know how bad her son. Look at you, then evil, eyes running with erratic beast. One day, he called me into office, asked me, you call Treasure? I said, is that if there is nothing I would go out. He closed the door, will be looking at me. I said, you have not seen a woman? He said, but I see you the most enjoyable reason my heart does not let you take it. He said some strange things that make me uneasy, from the first time I saw you started. He spoke to close to me, holding my face, kiss. I was scared, but the waist is very tight collar of his hands, like a mad snake Mang. I could not utter, Zaore without effort. With the clutch of his face. He bitterly release, wipe her face on the trail of blood. Personality, he said, approaching me, Lin Bao, I want to be you.
  working for many years, I have removed from many cities and factories. From the age of sixteen for the first time out with people, has been floating a variety of plants in the south. Toy factory. Garment factory. Shoe factories. Metal factory. I like skyscrapers, smooth and angular, stacked layers in the city. I'm used to the street, strangers meet each other halfway through the atmosphere. In the evenings, neon distracted, I walked with the girls dormitory window at the beautiful side. Jumping with joy, walk on the material comforts of the supermarket. Sometimes does not buy a thing, in which the shuttle, to hang around in the material lost in the maze. We are so lonely, will be part of their meager wages to send home, a day of work in the workshop for at least twelve hours. Sometimes in order to catch the goods, or even stay up all night. In addition to the phone first and the father broke down in tears, for many years, I did not go off half-tear. On the one hand I was getting used to, on the one hand I see the same kind all over the world, on the train, in the streets, surging in the numerous factories. None of us know who, there is no need to know. Although the youth have the same body, repeat the same lonely day.
  prohibited without the father again, on the phone that if I fall in love with a distant stranger, he strongly disagreed. Would rather be lost a daughter, my mother would rather say that a pile of feces defecate trouble. He repeated, if not shock, I think I had the Chi-kin, and Hunan, Guizhou, Yuanyang, or love and married. They have been strongly pursued, robbing me of my first kiss. They had to make my lonely flower, happy. However, there is no end result. Become separated from. I never keep the pain his father, this stubborn man, his back is to our brothers and sisters when the way to go. He said that with him at the construction site of a young man well, and his father was able to talk to. Looked at his house, the new three-story, walled courtyard, kitchen, toilet and pigsty outer, is a son of the well-off homes. And, also very close, I often see.
  me that your daughter is still small, Furthermore, the look is not too dinosaurs. What a funny blind date thing. Your daughter has been drifting from the age of sixteen years, have become accustomed to the outside of the road and lights. While those who are not their own. I can not imagine, can not face the rain the mud road, busy rush rush in the harvest when cut. Sickle hoe, burning firewood for cooking is so strange. I do not mind, but I think I'm never going home like that. Heart was bright and clean the work area in the city in the ups and downs, I could eat bitter. Think of the going gets hard, suddenly very sad. Tears poured out of a Unit, in the broken roof, so many pieces so that I was in the original degradation.
  such as on how I can not have this child. On pick me up, though, said he liked me, put me on the bed, whispering love. Smashed my lonely soul apart. Although we stick together, close to two years. I think I love him, I never considered myself a casual girl. No principle, but only having fun. I think it is really love him, he sincerely felt good, I spend months and years of loneliness piercing shell, and then integrated into my wandering soul. Since then, the soul of a foot, well-organized. However, he did not appear ten days, twenty days of no-show, said casually over the phone, forget it. We are doomed no results. His mother, to do a wholesale food market all day in a woman, take the liberty to stand in front of me. She wanted to say to say, a working girl do not engage in any other place trick, what trick she caught for his son. Her son's future is so limited, short-sighted blind.
  I want to leave Yiwu. Fall in the twilight of the city. Opened the door the night, annihilation of all the secrets. I'm going to another city, Shenzhen. Have my brother in Longgang. I want to destroy this child is not known, since to become a secret no one knows. One is the secret into the sewer. I think I will not do a bad dream from an early age. My mother held me to leave home secretly ran into the city and a worker cohabitation. I get a glimpse of a man riding on it, she did not know pleasure or of pain. Groan. And I started vomiting, nausea. Swore over and over again, bitch. Bitch. Smelly shameless bitch. This is my nightmare and the compulsory six years old, think of that scene, and then repeated Zuma. Years old, I own the car to return home, no one knows why I depressed. It stems from the nightmare and Zuma, the mother who dreamed of crawling maggots and snakes, gossip kind of spider web in the physical horizontal array.
  on the roof, I suddenly do not hate Zuma mother's impulse, even think of that scene again. I take up faded denim bag, down the stairs. Maybe you're a street in Shenzhen, met me, or pass, and Po Lin Hai, a gloomy, without leaving traces of the working girl style, she was the old roof in Yiwu, the last time the tears flow. She sat on cement bags of paper, was blown into the air. With temperature, in the night melodious. Fall. Is the eight past eight p.m. train.


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