i get into the bus. i just pissed a guy smoking and drinking outside the terminal. i swear he was the driver (blue-grayish social shirt). maybe he was going through a lot. answered me so rude a woman talked in loud voice HOW DISRESPECTFUL. i was just asking if that was the bus which passes on a certain square. then i asked that inside the bus. yes. i stay and i noticed time froze a bit looking her blue eyes. i'm not the type of person who stare at girls or whatever. i'm non-conflitant in much aspects in real life. i said i was sorry to the rude guy. i didn't looked at her too much to not make her uncomfortable. the third time i spied her face i challenged myself. if she stops at the museum i'll ask her on a date. the guy who confirmed me the bus passes on the square said that was the stop. i said i would stop at the next, was just checking if that was the bus (long time i don't take this line). a woman confirmed to the girl her stop was the next. IT WAS MEANT TO BE. i was already wondering what type of interlace within my own beliefs she would have on me. we stopped. i went ahead out of the tube. she stayed. i thought maybe she has hundreds of guys after her. i walked and at some point she was right behind me. i left her behind once again on the large and crosswalk-less street. i raise my hand looking at the driver and i'm not afraid into jumping on their car if they decide to continue. fuck-you. of course i don't do that on fast lanes. i looked behind, she headed to another path. "there it goes a dream". i claim the ticket and guess who is behind me on the metal detector line?
she didn't seem to understand Portuguese. the guard came with a weird english that guided her to the locker room. i went my way. the works of the biennial are INSANE. i was lost there and if i met her once again i wouldn't stand a chance. i was so sentimental already. found her. grabbed her princess attention span with a "hey". her face is so sweet (split of a second reasoning). "do you speak english" confirms with a german accent. "do we have a chance of going out on a date?". she didn't even hesitated. no. thank-you. my face probably expressed it all. she went into the elevator to check the expositions from above. i got into one that. you know. not a big deal. these painting are beautiful. these tree leaves artworks made by indigenous young girls are beautiful. then i found various frames with dozens and dozens of figures probably made of clay (i never read the texts of museums) and hand painted decorations that all i could do was stay froze in wonder and cry till the guard came saying there was 7 minutes left till the museum closes. gotta return here once again as 1 hour and some minutes only allowed me to check 2 out of the 6 spaces of the festival. and there's another museum with other biennial stuff. hope this time i also find another baddie to try some spells (my funny boy era has to start one day (HEY DO YOU WANT SOME ANTI-ANT SPRAY SWEETHEART))
she didn't seem to understand Portuguese. the guard came with a weird english that guided her to the locker room. i went my way. the works of the biennial are INSANE. i was lost there and if i met her once again i wouldn't stand a chance. i was so sentimental already. found her. grabbed her princess attention span with a "hey". her face is so sweet (split of a second reasoning). "do you speak english" confirms with a german accent. "do we have a chance of going out on a date?". she didn't even hesitated. no. thank-you. my face probably expressed it all. she went into the elevator to check the expositions from above. i got into one that. you know. not a big deal. these painting are beautiful. these tree leaves artworks made by indigenous young girls are beautiful. then i found various frames with dozens and dozens of figures probably made of clay (i never read the texts of museums) and hand painted decorations that all i could do was stay froze in wonder and cry till the guard came saying there was 7 minutes left till the museum closes. gotta return here once again as 1 hour and some minutes only allowed me to check 2 out of the 6 spaces of the festival. and there's another museum with other biennial stuff. hope this time i also find another baddie to try some spells (my funny boy era has to start one day (HEY DO YOU WANT SOME ANTI-ANT SPRAY SWEETHEART))