Masculul
arici o curteaza pe femela arici, incercand sa o determine sa cedeze.
Ea se codeste. El detecteaza siretlicul..refuzul il starneste. Asa ca
incepe sa ii linga tepii. Aricioaica se topeste de drag. Isi inclina
tepii, lasandu-l sa se apropie. Trebuie sa fie chiar dragoste adevarata
de arici ca sa se ajunga la o asemenea apropiere ! Inca putin..si la
final, o rostogolire in iarba - nimeni nu e ranit. Fiecare isi aplica un
postludiu ghemuit, zambind fluctuant. Raman un timp mic,
aricesc, cu amintirile unui episod erotic care va asigura perpetuarea.
Mici ghemotoace tepoase vor aparea, la scurt timp, rostogolindu-se in
iarba..
'I'm going to tell you a story.
Long ago, i lived on a even side of a street, at number 22. I gazed at
the houses across the street. Thinking the people were happier. Their
rooms were sunnier..Their parties more fun. But, in fact, their rooms were darker and smaller. And they, too, gazed across the street. Because.. We always think that luck is what we don't have' (Movie - The girl on the bridge)
