1. Monologue market woman
He didn't say anything to me. Nothing. He did not say that the Sun was shining only for me, not that I was his Flower Mountain, he did not say anything to me that night there in Canton dark of São Paulo, there in an Audi car it, Yes, an Audi where he gave a kneading but I didn't even dents, I I would love, Yes, and it struck me not flower mountain, he called aircraft, ' you are an airplane! ' and that I was a big cat, tigress and he would trying to open my jeans diesel, but I was very fair and I don't like nothing and I drew it Ferrari, calm, you think there is a Ferrari? ', there are there are there, he poked fun and I RI, Yes, also to improve the climate, and there I was thinking not in force for last time that I read Simone of Beauvoir and Joyce, Yes, the beautiful monologue end Molly bloom, full of sins, sins, Yes, I was the effort to not look at it because I loved and perhaps I was never would love and strength to not see her face, her gross rushed saying ' big cat ' safe here, and I: no, calm there ... I've always wanted with a man sweet and deep that
someday
will come along, have a long kiss and I lost the air and then he would say that the Sun was born to me and I am clear at the time Yes, fall in love because it would be proven that he knew touching a woman, but no, he played luff and your mobile phone with a small music carousel it it ri ri ri RI and it doesn't stop delve between my legs as if I were a continuity of cellular, car, as if I was a piece of gear set of great car, São Paulo, and I'd like to moving, I want you expect to see the Sun border and love me but the Sun will not appeared behind the city's pollution, viaducts punk, I wanted to see the Sun or the Moon I stimulate, so that I could loving him, Yes, even though it Unlike my dreams, even it with your shirt
voil
white candies, even it with moustache and short beard trimmed, even with its belly of draught beer, Yes, even so I could love, until I love even, Yes, because women are fragile, but he didn't, speaking high, hitting me, only thinking in persuaded to give for it and I pretend naturalness, Yes, I learned this in the financial market: smile always, because
a
is, Yes, I thought my job, and I was having trouble forget my soul romantic and already spoke as calculated, replacing my hatred for deafening soft my courage by laughter obedient, my wishes safety, my youth and hopeful independence by the need to sign on the market, Yes, Yes, market where everything is happening and I am reminded of so many friends lost in the night, without a seat in the real world, and Yes, I saw that it was a market woman and Leila Diniz, will lose its way in which the desert from India it other musicians? Where will lose its way Silvia Plath, that Fund well and where are the poet killed, which breaks if you cried? And what he wanted me could be given by any bitch but not; he wanted me fold, forcing me to say Yes Yes, He wanted my weakness, Valentine overdue, he wanted to there, your service, He wanted to prove the end of freedom, of feminism, and I knew Yes knew his the scrotum use of power, but had also fear having had also fear solitude cold, at least he was a man me wanting, better than nothing in viaduct, and here I tried desperately to beauty in my fantasy discover even in coarseness, I thought: it is just a typical boor, Brazilian, so a poetic boor, while it and played a pagoda on CD and car I thought another man in my imagination,
the man I love
, a mixture of Brad Pitt know there with Gianechini to comply with it, so as I began with the end of the hopes I used trap freedom all fall, Yes, now that we are no future without flags, between the poorly-paid employment, kitchen or prostitution, not as the honest
micheteira
,
legal sweet babadeira, but the prostitute roseberry submission, diary ritual acceptance of marketing Wow-saquismo in employment, the laughter of a false joy on jokes bastards in Office, Yes Yes, I know that my
appearing
piggy bank, Ali just behind in my pants, you are, there are machões are fire, I smile, seemed delighted, thinking: I must be fuzzy and breezy as teach all revised skins with butts butts butts and I close my eyes and imagine that we are in front of the Sea Blue-peafowl in late afternoon in dusk glorious with rosebushes and geranium emerging behind your great car, São Paulo Silver, large flowers on the windshield and, Yes, I closed ears not to hear your laughter pagoda and panting and that could turn a Cole Porter or something like this, because I had to imagine that their _ OWL muscles were to protect me and not for perhaps beating me if I say no, no, Yes, Yes, had to listen to the voice of my imaginary hero by saying that I am the flower Mountain, and had to find that I wasn't it but kiss was one There, and Yes, I was getting more lazily made perhaps cooler, perhaps even more contemporary and Yes, I thought: Yes, I am a woman who is within the market, and those few began to feel a certain perverse grace and he asked me if I would say yes, if I would be Yes, and he called new plane and my very tasty, but I heard that the Sun will produce only to me and he spoke looks the big worm and I looked and was not the flyover and, Yes, he pushed my head softly, without doubt, it was soft, pushed my head gently down to his neck and I thought that to Milton Friedman, nothing exists outside of the market and I said yes, yes I kiss your belly and went down and Yes, I said yes ... Yes.