After the lonely wolves

So, if my idea - a perfect place to work in, a cigar store with three women on charge: cashier and stappler of  paper bag with the cIGAR CHOSEN by the client from a mahogany cabinet, a girl withdrawing coffee from the espresso behind a counter facing two leather tuffed pools, and another girl selling indian frankincense and scarves. A tasting smokery for legal tobacco on the back of the store, with live jazz music, male talk and a separate entrance. If a man would come to me and say I had to be pretty to work there, and that I would have to use a nanotechnology for that, I would have to spit at his face and call him a facist, because the arabic culture is all about non-famous dancers in their own identities, telling their own stories and the stories they witness, so to build a better society and find together with men, be them lovers or friends, a solution for the negativity in the world. When we are something else, we are plain of negativity, trying to hold onto something we are not, and keep, maintain a lie uphold.

The arabic man, helps the girl to be pretty within her own enticing, cheers her up, gives her enough money to buy good clothes and gives her hints of what is good for her figure. He is so happy when she makes trend and farfetches her own style. When she overcomes her coyness and her hair grows, she loses weight, she saves money to buy jewlery, he is proud and he takes her out to see the city, somewhere he has researched for this moment to come.

The rich arabic man doesn't ask permission to open a store. If people say a girl he has chosen is not good enough, he tells them to fuck off, because it is his money and he can do whatever. He makes it happen, invests by paying other men to go there at first, tells the stories of his girl friends and their evolution, who work in his three or four stores to all of these men, without them knowing who is whom and they want to guess. Only one store has a tasting smokery, and funny enough all three stores always have demand for espressos because they want to guess the name of the girls.

This is the arabic man, and this store is very arabic. Indian and African men are similar.

I have met all, but I have been with none. I haven't lived any of such stories of love.

I have had white men who gave me odd love. And now I think I want to have a pet and wait for all the children I've had to show up and care for me.

Maybe a boy will be brave and show love. Break barriers. Expell the devil of oportunism and see through what they wish.

Color is good, though.

Jews spent 40 years in the desert, unifying their people, and I think they learned something about color along the process too. All my love - in my project for Tobacco stores, I planned for Jewish part  as importing a collection of jewlery brooches for selling at the stores https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5GfnDgh9XEg

They are trying to satisfy their wives and they want to hurt me so their wives won't kill me. And they know the women are very evil.

Luv, I am just seeking lonely wolves.

Thaís Fernanda Ortiz de Moraes