yoni por ahi

im discorvering a new pao under layers of silk under layers of pink taffetta, under layers of humous, under layers of dirty feet,mushy wet mud, under layers onf sand under a bridge of the southbank of london, a pao that sometimes is very comforatable in her skin and confident and lovely and smart and witty and another who is fat and hairy and full of acne and how dislikes the first, anyway, both paos have and are trying to find harmony with each other, there is the quieterpao ( yes quiet for those in disbelief) who is winning a bit at the moment, the quiet pao who is a loner and a bit lonely if she had to admit, but the pao that enjoys being lonely at the same time and who embraces tears and reading in the tube and who sees herself in the window inside the tube across from her, a hort haired pao, with a tiny braid, in flowing skirts and heavy yellow bags full of honey and cheese sandwiches, humus and bananas, a book, a sketch book and a black tiny phone. this pao discovers parks and sits in them, is quite stingy when it comes to money, and wishes she could photograph more people up close without having to ask permission or hide from the photo itself. i wish i had a little camera stuck to my finger tip and i could just CLACK! press it in the air as if i was mimicking a camera action and presto, i would have that photo of the drunken asian girl, trasvesti, beautiful latino girls or old jewish men in the park..

this pao is quite nice. i think i like her kind of sort of.