I don't know if there is a fate that every joy, sadness, everything goes to my dog is involved in poetry.0 Poetry: 00/8: 42 South of the South Engineer, King does not know the face , God did not know the name, suddenly, one day my director said: - Hey, you go to the Department of the Department to meet the Director - meet the Director? I asked again - Is there anything? - Have you know. - My director said - I just received his phone told him right away. I filtered the bike bike on the office. Just saw me quit the name, the guard rushed to say - he went on, the old man was waiting for him to open the door to the leadership room, but it was a little worried
. I know this Director is not because he is the Director but because the poems are sometimes posted on the newspaper. He wrote not much, but his poem also sir loves. Seeing me open the door, my director and asking: - Are you dull? At the beginning, I knew you did it at this department
Sit down here - he said while dragging in the refrigerator to the bottles of beer, poured into the cup - reading his poetry forever but now to know the face. But this, did you go to the soldiers, but why did you write the sentence "Nai suddenly strange the forest after a stamping cannon"? I started to be confused. It is true that I often make real poetry but at my agency no one knows this. Or do he mistaken me with someone? I cautiously - Perhaps the department mistook me with someone? - Mis wrongly - he smiled intimately - yesterday's hand in the radio to the lump of writing articles. He said I knew you did it at my department. - I know. He is the editor of the poetic radio. Sometimes I still meet him to talk about the words that need to be corrected in the poems I sent on the radio waves - this, he took another - why didn't you call me with you. I'm more than thirty years older - that's not it. - I answered definitely - I was the director's army, called with him who asked me to feel that she flattered
At work, I haven't confessed you with anyone. It makes me less confident when working - it is the bunch of poetry. . Today there was only poetry after that meeting, I suddenly advanced like kites. After only three years, I sat on the chairman's chair. I became a youngest director Department. It is too groomed when someone says "hybrid immutin". For me, happily pulled out. After getting up as a director, I got a beautiful girl like a dream. I am a student of the University of Education. She loved her very much and she liked my poetry. But! Well is the word "but", the heterosexual letter always appears in human life at times when people are in the peaks of fainting. After I was a manager for a long time, my teacher supported my retirement. I'm sure after you go, I will have something. One guy's face more than money, how did it take place in the pill of this day. I remember once, after working with a partner, he opened the pair to draw a two-handed envelope gave me. I looked at the cold envelope asked: - How much? - Dear twenty million - twenty million? I asked again, then suddenly pointed at my face, I asked him - how cheap my face was? He took the money back. The contract I have signed. Remember to make good things you won't get a penny of mine. I don't have any forgiveness to this director. I can not eat dirty. As an official without holding the age of my age, what to do so when she received a decision to decide the face of my face in the province. I took the decision to run right away where she said like she rang: - So you can die to the poetry - what do you say, I don't understand? - What doesn't you understand. He lost his director. Lighten people. Since as the Director until now he doesn't do any poem so soul .- What do you do now? She asked. I saw her face reimping, the cup was holding on his hand to fall into the ground. I am surprised to look at her- Losting the position of important manager with me? - You're so stupid. Finish, she ran into the room in a slam. Correct! I'm stupid. Now I think she thought she loved me because poetry turned out not. She didn't love the poet head that loved my director's ass. I completely collapsed. Leaving her house, I wandered all night in the city. The next morning I decided to go to the door. I have to go away from this city for a while to regain your balance. The night door is quiet. The sky is dark as ink. Sea surface is also black. The beach is empty. I called half a liter of wine, the grilled squid sitting alone. Is the sea today! Dark and desolate. I filled a li alcohol, drinking one once. I tried to be drunk but not drunk. Suddenly there was a voice right behind me: - Mr. Giai, is there a sadness or why but sitting here alone drinking alcohol? I turned around. Under light . Dịch vụ:
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