Yesterday, I met with Sarah, my best friend, to go to the public library.
We went there to study together.
We always do that.
Well, we arrived at five o'clock and we looked for two spaces for us, where we'll sit on.
I said laughing: "Sarah, search two chairs close to a handsome boy".
She couldn't decide it, and I answered: "Look at that!
There is a very odd man! Come on!
He has the face of a mad one".
Sarah said "yeah... come on...".
When we sat down with him, I could observe he has no books neither papers over the table, and it was so strange.
He was so nervous and he was everytime looking to everywhere.
Truly, I wasn't in calm.
I'd say he was a gipsy, young man, over twenty years old.
Sarah put over the table a paper where she had wrote a poem, and the man looked it, but he has no idea she adviced his behaviour.
Then, Sarah and me went to the café and when we returned we discovered the Sara's poem wasn't when she left.
Could he be a poem's robber?
April 2016
Vota ara! 