Chronicle of The City

 

ICE CREAM IS GRACEFUL WHEN IT MELTS

Melt it down (you're gonna have to eventually, anyway) - I, recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone, yeah .

 Girls love bad boys. Those guys who come at you. That hold tightly to your waist with one hand, while the other holds the steering wheel of the car. Those who answer everything with one word, and never say sorry. And with a snap of your fingers, they transform your ordinary life into a big event… such a whirlwind.

You women do that. Go to the beauty salon, buy fashion magazines. Put on make-up and wax yourselves. Fix your hair and get well dressed. For what? To find a wild guy who messes you up and gives you what you want: emotion.

Nothing better than to be attracted by someone that gives you a breath of fresh air and makes you feel the lady from the movie. You like that guy who makes fun of your blondness. You complain about him, calling him a crook and a thug, but he's the best part of your life. The bad boy doesn't necessarily like a woman who wears little cloth and a fringed jacket. He likes a demure girl who has a rich father and a glass heart. As soon as he gets the chance, he'll break everything in half and leave, just like that, without much explanation. So you will find a silly muggle man who will support you full time, you will get married and spend your whole life complaining about the boredom, monotony or stress of having children with a prick who works at NatWest.

Bad boys never go back to the crime scene. In real life they are out there, infiltrated. Covered with some leather pieces, just like the movies. In real life you will feel them through kisses that take your breath away. Or if they are a little obvious, they will give clues of themselves with the roaring engines of their poisoned cars. And they make you taste this poison it was the sweetest slice of cake. And you tidy way of living  will awaken his appetite for destruction. The heads of these guys work with the following logic: ice cream is funny only when it melts, fire is only cool if everything burns completely.

They will delight you with borderline moments so,  afterwards, you will love to remember them and talk about them with your friends. You would like to break some rules and never have a script with him. And it makes you feel younger, dear woman: it turns you into the schoolgirl who folded her skirt to get the attention of the boys, and that gave you the pleasure to taste the forbidden, as well as smoking out of sight and pretending that you went to class. It is not dangerous to relate to a bad boy. It is really dangerous, though, not knowing in which compartment of your heart-shaped box you will put him.

Written bt Gabriel Colombo.

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