In the presence of a young and mysterious, attractive fortune-teller I had my future laid out before me in detailed descriptions
The wind was howling outside, but I felt safe and warm — on this night
Her emerald eyes shone directly through me when she said:
«When I put down the tarot cards, I look at your desires, wishes and an urge
for acceptance.»
The interior of her small compartment seemed to melt into the density of the air
I couldn’t help staring into those penetrating eyes
She took my hand in her own and spoke into the air:
«When I read into the palm of your hand, I see a spark of desire, submission,
chaos and intolerance.»
I vanished in the gypsy woman’s hazel green eyes… couldn’t resist to let her
have my inner self
The eroticism of it all is still a mystery to me She had a sad look upon her beautiful face as she whispered to me:
«When I gaze into the crystal ball, I see your secret desires, greed,
perfect wisdom, lust and degradation —
When I look into the crystal ball.»