prevail, in these times, wear nail polish color pigeon blood. I wonder why women, especially those who have bad hands, should be smeared fingers with this unit pseudo-symbolic effect disgusting. E'soltanto fashion? The reproduction of an inexplicable pattern seen around? Or is there something more? We can speak of the blood booster discovered (maybe because these days are so fashionable vampires), we can also attribute to the desire of women to make themselves known, appear and speak, by establishing a clear color signal in the environment, we can see, the more trivially, as usual usual red color of the usual passion. In short, you could do the psychology magazine in dribs and drabs. But then, who cares?
The question that haunts me, however, why the pigeon blood? You could not leave them alone these anonymous pen? There was just the need to get them dancing in the slaughter of the body and the crushing of their most vital liquid? Even as a reference, of course (since I hope there is real blood in those glazes, and I do not give even bother to check).
Today, for example, I saw a girl, not too young nor too old, twenty-five to thirty, to understand, well, I saw her move her hands in the air that withered and skeletal, a little 'differing and exaggerated veins, as if they had a poster with which to transmit the essence of her femininity. Well, that's it, she felt the woman to nail polish pigeon blood. I swear the pigeons that if you had been there now I would say too. I-it-here-vo-ca-bi-le.
Judging by the number of mature women, boys and girls including depopulated this bundle leathery appearance, I would not say who they suspect of anything, especially with regard to the banal and the grotesque of decoration. Nothing more and nothing less than uncontrolled proliferation, and almost meta, tattoos on the bodies of people (so that more symbols are drawn fierce and aggressive, the more they cry at all watching the drama of Tuesday night).
My grandmother wore the red nail polish, bright red, like the Ferrari, but she had as a reference to Hollywood stars, cinema, the dream of escape from the province. This one, however, appear with the red-legged frogs, a species not yet known on earth.
The post ends here but for those who want, and for me to write it, read the red nail phenomenology. With examples.
The undersigned also works at the counter of the store and there he will see, on the ground, the location of the hands and fingers in the most important moment of their day, that is when they are in the spotlight. Women are at the counter and have to pay. Here, not only here, I as nails, hands and fingers you people would not even have imagined. There are too arched or too sharp nails, inaccurate and ill-polished nails, even nails scratched when not (God forbid) greased and grease under the skin (due to fast food snacks in the gallery).
Nature does not help, because there are nails and fingers are too short or too loose, sometimes slender as pencils, and hands, then, do not lend at all, so as to betray the excessive thinness or plenty of meat. Remember, your hands have a nasty habit of exposing women.
The thing that amuses me, however, em'infastidisce, revolves around the fact that these ladies and young ladies, when it's time, actually I do not have the courage, do not feel, do not hold up the action (challenging?). In short, some collapsed. You see them trembling, that handle credit card with a flicker of hesitation, that they do everything to keep those shriveled appendages bright and, now, too showy. If they could hide it in the bag, because they know that here, someone will look at their hands. The whole house of cards could collapse on the bench by cash. While the transaction is waiting to be done I smile innocently, pretending not to see. But a face appears on the little face. There's nothing to do beauty, it seems that your hands are gripping to a branch, an owl's legs seem, not the hands of a fairy. The unfortunate warns telepathy cynical thought. Shrinks, perhaps would disappear, certainly not looking forward to racing in front of the mirror to poke check the styling. There's nothing to do young lady, your beauty does not exist. E 'shattered long ago when you started to concerts as a mannequin. Sorry, we can not pretend to be women, we women must feel. Eva is a great chick with diver from the diving suit.
paradox, hyperbole, contradictions. 
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