Ешь, молись, люби

Chapter 99

           "

           "Youspendeverynightwithhim?"

           "Yes."

           "Good.Hespoilyou?"

           "Verymuch."

           "Good.Youstillmeditate?"

           Yes,Idostillmeditateeverydayoftheweek,slitheringoutofFelipe’sbedandovertothecouch,whereIcansitinsilenceandofferupsomegratitudeforallofthis.Outsidehisporch,theducksquacktheirwaythroughthericepaddies,gossipingandsplashingallovertheplace.(FelipesaysthattheseflocksofbusyBalineseduckshavealwaysremindedhimofBrazilianwomenstruttingdownthebeachesinRio;chattingloudlyandinterruptingeachotherconstantlyandwagglingtheirbottomswithsuchpride.)IamsorelaxednowthatIkindofslideintomeditationlikeit’sabathpreparedbymylover.Nakedinthemorningsun,withnothingbutalightblanketwrappedovermyshoulders,Idisappearintograce,hoveringoverthevoidlikeatinyseashellbalancedonateaspoon.

           Whydidlifeeverseemdifficult?

           IcallmyfriendSusanbackinNewYorkCityoneday,andlistenassheconfidestome,overthetypicalurbanpolicesirenswailinginthebackground,thelatestdetailsofherlatestbrokenheart.Myvoicecomesoutinthecool,smoothtonesofalate-nite,jazz-radioDJ,asItellherhowshejusthastoletgo,man,howshe’sgottalearnthateverythingisjustperfectasitisalready,thattheuniverseprovides,baby,thatit’sallpeaceandharmonyoutthere…

           Icanalmosthearherrollinghereyesasshesaysoverthesirens,"Spokenlikeawomanwhoalreadyhadfourorgasmstoday."

           

Содержание книги
Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 459 из 515