The revolutionary road

Princess Lyra Mlydia got a crown and expencive shoes: black velvet shoes with small white diamonds around the foot. High heels were followed by the delicate ankle with feminin shape up up to the knee, where the underskirt started, black silk with white thread, followed almost instantly by the black and white linen skirt. Very arranged, very decent. She had a tiny waist; she was very tiny overall. She wore a black leather jacket, it was a bit higher than the waist like a motorcycle jacket, but not too much. Her hair was afro style with bombastic dark curls. And she was walking on her hands, very relaxed and very elegant. She kept looking bravely into Rubik’s eyes. Through his eyes, because she was looking into his eyes but at the same time looking out of his head, or looking too much inside. Passing by, she said: “Watch out, не можете упасть с велосипедом.” And she continued with the head high looking down into the ground, very proud of herself. Rubik followed her and asked her if she speaks English. So she decided to sit on a bench, on her back with her feet up, and light a sigaret. Rubik left the bike next to the tree, sat next to her and light one of her sigarets. “Can I drink from your cup? What’s this?” “Mango banana something,”, she said. “Do you smoke?”, Rubik asked, taking out a pack of tobacco, some hash and a pack of Rizla rolling papers, ultra thin. “Like Popeye the Sailorman,”, she said and she looked into his eyes. “I love the brown spot on your eyes,”, he said, “Do you want to make it shine? ‘Cause right now it looks dead to me.” She blushed, looked up to her feet and squirreled like a squirrel. Once, than looked in another way. Than it started to rain and she looked into the wind: “Nature is so beautiful.” “Did you figger that out by yourself?”, he said. “No, I’m learning. I read a hundred books about symbolists. And I have a personal teacher to tell me when I’m wrong. When and where I’m wrong. I can look at the same picture and draw it in a hundred different styles and sometimes, when I am alone, really alone, I can close my eyes and even invent something. But that only happens when I’m alone,”, she said, looking straight at the bird flying among the clouds. “I can play anytime,”, he said. “Look, that’s my dick,”, he said. He pulled his pants down and showed her his ass. And she said: “You have curly hair too. Why are you keeping it short?”, she asked and the brown spot in her three coloured eye sparkles. “Do you have any clown friends?”, he asked. “Yeah, they are very agressive, I like them,”, she answered. “What are you looking for?”, Rubik asked, because she kept on looking for something.” “My picture. I don’t want anyone to see it, so I’m hiding it somewhere. Somewhere, sometimes, between other pictures. I have a hundred other pictures and sometimes I am hiding mine among them. But I like my shoes.” “Next time I’ll show you my ass and your teacher is wrong,”, he said, climbing on a green old muka and flew away. “Call me! She’ll like you,”, she heared in the wind.