POETRY: The Glass

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The afternoon was long and tense. Almost without a break it was time for dinner. Everything was where it should be. The food instead... The first course without rushing to choose the different delicacy, the second if you had to wait at the table and the dessert was also left to go... Everything seemed in place until I saw it in front of me. Bright and blue like the sea... Neither small nor large, the glass with its perfect shape so that the crystal clear water would satisfy the thirsty throat from waiting so long. I treated him as always. I asked its value to be able to carry it. And there she was... Stretched elegant in shapes and dark, big black eyes and a clean and serene smile... "I'm giving it to you", you can take it now. I was pleasantly surprised, the contract was signed and I could now freely keep that piece for my trousseau. The night was falling and when I left I saw I felt a little strange Taking that glass from the place in sight of everyone and in my hand... What would the local people think? so I told my host that at another time, that maybe the next day in some discreet place I could save it. Suddenly it started, wanted to find a solution so that the delivery would not be delayed