As the Sun cast it's golden light upon the vibrant city of Dallas,a sense of energy and possibility filled the air.The towering skyscrapers of the down town area seemed to stretch up to heavens, their steel and glass exteriors glinting like diamonds in the morning light,a man was sitting in deep trance he supported his head with his hands, tendency over a gilt and inlaid table which was covered with letters.
I live in Dallas with my parents,they had chosen a country house for the summer.I was preparing for the university but I did not put more effort and wasn't in a rush.
No one interfered with my freedom.I did what I like and want at the same time,my mother barely noticed me,my father treated me like I was some kind of old folk that be okay or good on his own.My father who is a young and handsome man at the same time got married to my mum who was six years older than him ,my mother led a bloom life ,she was forever agitated, jealous and angry but not around my dad .she was very well afraid of him,he was severe ,cold and distant behavior but can be sweet at times "once in a while though,maybe on new year day"...I have never set my eyes on a man more self confident and commanding at the same time.
I can't forget the first week I spent at the country house,the weather was incredible,we left town in the 9th of may. I used to walk about in our garden,I remember taking some books with me but can't remember opening them... scoffs.
I knew a great deal of poetry by heart,my blood was in ferment and my heart ached so sweetly and absurdly.I was anticipating,a little bit scared of something, and was amazed by everything and was on tiptoe of expectation,my imagination was repeating itself in my head.
I dreamt,was bittered and even cried,but through tears and even through sadness,I was inspired by a music verse.
I had a fancy car to drive,I do set off alone for long drives,I see myself like someone in a race competition.How joyfully the wind suppressed in my ears! or turning my face towards the sky.I remember that at the time the image of a woman ,the vision of love, scarcely arose in definite shape in my brain,but in all I thought and felt lat hidden a half conscious,shame faced intuition of something new, this intuition,this expectation filtered my who existence,it cursed through my veins with every drop of blood.....it was destined to be soon fulfilled.
The place where we settled for summer consisted of a manor house with columns and two small lodge on the left there was a tiny factory for the manufacture of cheap wall papers,I had strolled passed that place multiple times_the lodge on the right stood empty,and was to-let .
Two or more weeks"wasn't really keeping count" after the 9th of may the blinds in the windows of the empty lodge was drawn up, women's faces appeared at them,I mean beautiful women.some family had packed in there.I remember the day at dinner,my mother asked for the butler who were our new neighbors,and hearing the name of princess sapphire, first observed with some respects.
They arrived in a luxury car ,certainly the princess sapphire is a rich woman,the lodge she had taken was so bad and small and low-pitched that people, even moderately well off in the world would hardly have considered it or consented to occupy it.At the time, however,all these went in one ear and out at the other.