#9I was robbed the other day in a bus station. This man not only took my money, but dropped my purse back into my bag with the documents. How kind of him? But really… Bus thiefs have very low opninions of themselves, they would not dare take bigger things than couple of hundreds of something. Well, only one day later, i found on a bench in a park a purse, without documents and with money, almost the same amount I lost. Abandoned purse looked at me , tempting me…I went through hell, I saw your face, that of a professional thief with low profile, I will never forget because you humiliated me when you robbed me. It came to me vividly, slyly. Take it, come on, a thief lives in you even if you claim you are honest, clean, better than me. I snatched the purse and hid it in my bag. My bag and my face were burning with shame…your long chinned face was telling me something I could not understand. For heaven s sake, I am a woman thief, I have a high opinion of myself.
Your dark eyes are close to your nose and they have no mercy, you would steal a horse, a woman a purse
My eyes are wide apart, blue and I am a bundle of nerves, I would never touch anything that I didn’t earn and deserve.
But you deserved it, you were robbed by me …the face says
I don’t deserve it,
I just want to put my fingers in somebody else’s pockets and feel the pleasure of a magician…