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Andreina Andreina

the evening in question was really very cold. Andreina arrived at the abandoned house where Antero, his artist god of love, portrayed almost every day using strange equipment and artificial lights. Shortly before the shooting he covered his head and shoulders with a black glaze, which was abandoned when a makeshift wooden table. He entered the room, noting that, once again, Antero had requested the help of another woman. A beautiful girl like her, with the same eyes and the same black hair and shiny. Big white breasts and hips, curvy in every corner, as he wanted Antero. In these cases, the beautiful Andreina did not feel at ease. Maybe because that other models, but never spoke, or rather, the team from head to toe always embarrassing, or because she herself, with no real experience of the world could not stand the competition. Could be responsible for these good reasons for his embarrassment, but deep down she knew, without even admit it to herself, what was the truth: the worm of jealousy gnawing inside, Antero to hear praise and boast the curves of a body that does not was his. When touched with the hands of that other soft thighs, to indicate a better position into the scene, while charmed with her voice deep and persuasive. Andreina, quivering, waiting for him directing his gaze to her seducer, we put it all, with the moves and the eyes, to attract to himself more and more. Not really change anything from the day before, if not love against which increased steadily.

That evening, however, was different from the usual. Antero continually addressed the shoulders, busy with all his mischief on the great artist, and almost not even said goodbye. The coal stove, usually always on to heat the large room, was gray and black that seemed to convey so much cold air instead of the usual warmth. Chloe, the other model, spoke to her, perhaps for the first time since they were known, and even smiled. A cold smile and inviting, something that had much to do with a possible trap. Nothing you can trust, this suggested its primordial instinct of a woman. Excitedly, the photographer asked her to relax and get on the platform that served as the basis for the cameras and in which, day by day, were placed chairs or a bed, according to the monotone of the alleged inspiration artist. Andreina stiffened. It was not like he was going every time, something strange was happening and the situation did not like. Despite the warmth and closeness that it has received every night by Antero, she remained a country girl, naive and fearful, so it occurred to her to ask for an explanation of the unusual coldness and severity of man. We remained very ill, that's all, while growing resentment against Chloe posing as a friend without actually be. She put her behind a screen improvised a tent crumpled and dirty plank hanging from the ceiling, and undressed. After that went sadly on the platform and, along with Chloe, he wrapped a long pall of white tulle around a body part, while Antero positions on the legs, hastily and without the usual precision, from which hung a long wire and rhinestones fake pearls. He gave the latest information on the correct positions that the two models would have to take, she covered her head with a black coat and snapped. Fast and furious, that almost seemed to not see the time to finish his work. That evening, not even a smile, not a gleam from her beautiful deep eyes, not even a compliment or a boast. Andreina almost crying he was so frightened, and he expected almost never see him again. He felt like a woman betrayed. While saddened, held back tears, he suddenly threw open the front door. From the street came four men and Antero, quick, vanished. Chloe gave her a last look sharp, a cold smile before the beautiful face of the porcelain and languidly, opened his arms turning to a voluptuous embrace intruders. Andreina, after the initial scare that led her to cover its forms with transparent tulle, tried to hide behind the curtain with the intent to dress quickly. Did not have time to get a hand snatched the strong arm making them ill, while the laughter stripped the poor even more than it already was, and exploring its many eyes hideous intimacy without restraint. Chloe put his cold hands on the shoulders of men asked to leave without resistance, but Andreina, shocked and humiliated in the very deep, tried in every way to pull away from that horde of wet hands and lewd. But could not, had to surrender and bend their bodies to their fancies hit and scratched in the skin and soul, turned their eyes beyond the open door that led outside and saw Antero. Standing, stiff as a cod, watched the scene without moving a muscle. He looked inside inside as he had done many times before, with His intense gaze that evoked the rural scenes lived, patches of mossy woods and running water ... and animated in a thousand lives that look, now that was lost and went back on his feet. Antero abandoned it. While bleeding from the mouth and body, Andreina saw him leave with the joy of a better life.

the end

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Andreina started his day very early in the morning. It was just sunrise, when he got out of bed, and almost never had dreamed. The mattress was semi hard, gray sheets and pillow just so undermined that she too, was asked whether he really slept. Despite the urge to go on a break that seemed never to have been started, every morning he got up quickly and went out to wash in the bathroom outside the house. He must do more that ten meters of courtyard to get there, trampling on hard earth and stones adorned with tufts of wiry grass green. The water wash was useful to be pumped over and over, up from the well. And it was cold. During the winter his ablutions were svelte and free of thoughts, because if he dared to bother trying to commiserate with her beautiful body cold, probably would have frozen to death. After clothes and blankets as possible, proceed to comb the short black bob. Only then would forget the rush of the moment. Closely with the comb in hand, and lifted up his head, his eyes crossed themselves in the mirror of the cabinet, and all improved. She was beautiful, Andreina, and liked it. Unfortunately, the reflecting surface was imperfect and almost wave; move seemed to see the reality behind it in another dimension, she was so moved, but what was flawed at the moment, the evening would have changed for the better. This realization made her joyful smile and go on the spartan dressing, now all taken in an effort to smooth and make it even more beautiful for her short hair. A drop of colony behind the lobes and between the breasts and then off to work in the fields.

was one of his officers, the former, which ensured a good reputation. He picked potatoes, tomatoes, vegetables of any kind earth gave birth to much of the morning. After a frugal lunch offered to her by a factor, he would return home quickly to give themselves a second wash and change clothes because it was time to look after the old neighbor. Which, still married but invalid and too senile to be able to enjoy the company of her life partner, called for an hour or two of young company. Chat, gossip a lot, a series of stories that were invented country ruthlessly order to satisfy the curiosity of the elderly woman, then she was finally free to devote herself. In fact, for the rest of the day, Andreina worked as a model. Turned into a statue for a few hours springs and languorous curves that lent its objective of a photographer, artist proclaimed at the first meeting but that she did not know much more.

The unvarnished truth, just like her when she met him, was that it did not matter who it was that man. It happened almost every night, just before the sky and when the coals imbrunisse invaded the horizon, and every time she saw only blacks thirties with a mustache colored eyes upward and river water. Dense, shiny, punctuated by reflections of the river bed in which he played as a child. Green stars and brown pigments that perhaps lurking dangers, but they were so beautiful to watch. And believe sincere. He delighted in the delicate flattery, each time as the first, stroking of praise with and without hands, his tongue was smooth in weaving imaginative and seductive and she compliments the beautiful Andreina, was now completely in love with this perfect stranger the face of a musketeer. He did not know, however, what love was, and thinking of doing everything well, I think I deserve those honors only for its beauty and certainly not never caught.

The artist never asked for anything in return, so that Andreina never lived this dream a woman without feeling guilty or used. But some in the village knew and reported to someone else. When she was bent in the furrows of the fields and in the meantime, she smiled as she slept the few hours that his senses left her breathing regularly while he lived his life trying to improve it thanks to this wonderful work that really made her feel valued and ... the most beautiful ones began to speak, is, to invent and embroidery. His photos circulated from hand to hand, in fact, and this made it prey to that lustful desires.

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clothes hanging

are rows and rows of clothes hanging.

what I see, I mean, when I look out the window of my upstairs bathroom. Three courtyards that touch, fit for a long time now, and you know it.

In one of these wires are bent, weight shirts and pants boy, faded jeans and outdated that they have worked, and women's underwear-free grace and mischief. Create a curve that seems to lap round the ground and run from the house wall to the wall of separation that lies behind it. On one side of the empty seat of a car, in the chimney of a high oven.

other wires in other homes like this that he decided to keep them between two pillars, thick skirts and tops and pants for men of all kinds. Run the wire parallel to the wall of his house, so close that I wonder what happens if the wind gets up. In front there is a garage below the collection.

My are angels.

sway my clothes, imperceptibly, moved by the warm breeze of this unusual evening month of November, are sports jerseys, overalls, shorts and long, colorful sheets of both sexes. Dance hung two steel wire as taut as the strings. On them white yellow and blue butterflies prevent him from falling down, or fly away. Joining those neighbors.

The atmosphere is quiet, calm the heat of an unusual sun laughs mockingly at the time that was yesterday. My lawn glows green, my car shines metal with him and them, dancing all the time. But so much light that it It does not seem real.

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