Too Bold a Thought. Something from the time of the cafe. Moments when thoughts were allowed to fly freely.
- Hello? Popescu are. From the Commission for the Approval of Cocoa Mornings. Are you kind enough to tell us if you have such a morning?
- Piss off, E.!
- Have! Ce'aci?
- Exceptional. What do you want?
- Are you coming to the concert tonight?
- I can't, I broke my spine. In a Too Bold Thought.
- Ceeee ???
- May, boy, you need a visit to the occultist. For about two minutes, the props guys replaced the banner with a "dialogue" with it, which is written in large letters, for those like you - MONOLO G.What was I saying? Oh, yes. As I broke my spine.
The cafe.
Question for my readers nonexistent. Whenever you can break the backbone thoughts too bold? Someone back outraged protest: Huoo! Bluff!
Ok, ok. I do not know if it's broken. The jury deliberates for a few hours. Is it good or bad sign? Maybe it's just rheumatism and that's why it hurts. Blah, blah, blah ...
And the Too Bold Thought said: "What if he and I were more than two strangers who, from time to time, sit down get tired on the same bench, in the same park?".
Thought too daring comes from a very large family. One of his brothers to ask in an evening long ago:
- Does that Man, of whom the great-grandfather said, really exist?
- Which? said the Too Bold Thought curiously.
- Ala. Which he always talks about. He is a man like all men, but not really.
- "A man like all people, but not really" ?? !!
- Yes. Do you have time? There is a lot to say
"Yes, yes," replied the Too Bold Thought, pulling his chair closer to his brother's.
- This man knows how to be. Understand? That's a great thing, I tell you. He knows how to shout that he is. This man loves his time. He only knows how to do it. And do you know what time does then? Freeze! Yes, yes, don't look at me like that. It's freezing. Of surprise, of desire, of that ice cream. The clocks stop ticking. The noises are ashamed. And the people around me are stuck where they are, without macwould know that… Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Where are you going?
While straighten rushed to the door, thinking too bold replied:
- I'm going to her. I want to ask permission to get out of here. And if he won't let me, I'll still leave.
- Stay! Not! Hear me out! You are not ready to become… Real ..
But he was no longer... He was no longer either macwould be too bold a deed. He had run so fast to That Man that he had tripped over the threshold and remained there, between two worlds, inert.
It gathered dust on later. At wrapped in tears, not to be cold, and put it on the shelf in the middle, where quiet sleep too daring thoughts.
