Category: barlife
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FLOWERS
She thought it was a pity he seemed to have decided to agree on everything she had to say, being this quite unlikely shall honesty had been scenting the night. She thought of him as handsome and even dared to imagine herself embraced by that big chest, strong arms and firm hands, the idea of…
Ana Iñigo Olea
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DAYDREAM
Blue jeans, burgundy top and determination as seasonal complement, was the outfit of choice for the event of the night. Why she wanted to go and assist to this musical affair was not clear yet. The performer, someone she had met, a piece of a story from which a delicate touch of confusion still remained.…
Ana Iñigo Olea
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CIBER GIRL
A ciber girl from the new age, she is expected to be. She knows how her electro sensorial wires, devices and appliances attach. From her head and heart all the way down to her feet, the pretty left one and the other one that the set completes. Automated emotions, simple repetitive reactions; the buttons…
Ana Iñigo Olea
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DIRTY, SHE SAID
With the tip of her unpolished nails she plays by the rim of the glass resting in front of her by the surface of the bar, beautifully raw, like she. The intensity of her libation she thought to match well the situation. Anticipation had been building up since the sun rose, she had been gently…
Ana Iñigo Olea
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A DIFFERENT LIFE
You will not hate me tomorrow, were the gentle words served along with the gentle pour of water in the glass next to her other glass, the one filled up with the good stuff. How could I? She thought, unable to refrain from displaying a smile full of satisfaction; it is a grand feeling, indeed,…
Ana Iñigo Olea
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HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT TOUCH
I go down clutching my legs to reach out and tied up my shoe lace. It has been a good night. I met the people I was supposed to meet, saw friends, and yes, you’ve touched my hand. Hidden in plain sight our fingers have teased playfully behind the stem of the glass with my…
Ana Iñigo Olea
Ana Iñigo Olea 