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a novelist writer, seeks the answer of his life in frustrated novels
Verses of an astronaut
Chapter 1
"To paraphrase"
And there you are, in the same place every day at 4, watching the new releases of books and magazines, you seem not to like the idea of old books, but the current writers. Clarice Lispector, John green. All of these inspire you but why? Could it be that in a world like this people don't appreciate it, Shakespeare?
You came to the counter holding a book with a worn edge and placed it on the counter.
_Excuse ? Could I ask a question about this book?
I looked into your eyes for the first time. You know one day van Gogh said that the yellow color was amazing, that's why he hadn't seen his eyes yet.
_Ahn of course.
I said wiping my hands that were soiled with glue, you knew it came every day at the same time looking for something new that could satisfy your boredom in the world.
_I won this book when I was five and it was a special gift, but time did me a favor and spoil it, could you fix it for me?
I held the book in my hands and looked at the title "The 3 Musketeers". Maybe you weren't that tasteless, or you were just looking for inspiration.
_The 3 Musketeers.
I just said to refute a great book and maybe start a subject about it.
_Great book, great writer.
You smiled for the first time and it opened new doors for new business.
_He is an inspiration to me, I started to love books through him.
I smirked and put the book on the counter. It was fascinating, his expression during Speech was true. The way you dressed said what kind of person you intended to be that day, a green sleeve shirt, a coat if thin fabric covered you because the day was cold, the notebook in your half-open backpack said you wanted to be something more than a simple reader. You wanted people to know your passion for that.
_ So how much will it stay?
I picked up the book again.
_14 Dollars.
You put your right hand in your jeans pocket and pulled out 3 super-wrinkled bills from your pocket and placed it on top of the counter.
_If you are looking for a true story I can introduce you.
You frowned, you didn't know what I was talking about or you just pretended.
_Livros, some are down there. They are rare but I can introduce you.
You smiled again this time a little embarrassed by the invitation, maybe you were thinking that I was singing you but in fact I just wanted to know more about your tastes.
_I need your name and address.
You signed the name on a small piece of paper and wrote down the address as well.
_ Alice?
You smiled again.
_ Don't look at the second name, please.
I smiled with you when you realized that your second name was "Sthefany" with "H".
_ It's not so bad, I even like it.
You tucked your curly hair behind your ear.
_And what's your name ?
I politely pointed to the identification badge that was on the navy blue uniform that they gave to all the bookshop employees.
_ Josh?
_In truth and Joshua le feu.
_ Is your name French? Peculiar
I frowned.
_ Not when your surname is fire.
You put your hand over your face and tried to hold on to your smile.
_ It is funny.
We had been talking for a while and that was good maybe it was the beginning of something, but you were in a hurry it seemed like you had something to do that you couldn't wait for.
_Ahn damn I'm late, but it was great to talk to you Joshua le feu.
I bowed my head in awe in an attempt to be a gentleman. _Also to Alice Sthefany.
You said goodbye but before you left the door, you gave one more
look to see if I was
looking and got it right, you overcame
everything I thought about you. A redhead with hair
curly and wide smile. You were so much more than that, maybe you were the only one in this city who understood my world.
