... And was just passing by in front of the puterío when Belinda came out to wait for clients. She was standing rite at the edge of the sidewalk, she was wearing a mini-skirt and high boots made of flannel and cotton, linen, leather, velvet and polyester with rubber; a very sexy top as well as a "Four-non-blondes" style hat from where the hair was coming out like an uneven but well-built waterfall... Skinny and tall, young though, had a pretty nice body and a linda smile.

The guy just passed on the car, but by his friend request, they went back to talk to her, she came closer with little caution and said hi. The boy asked her for her name and "Belinda" she said. Nice to meet you, Belinda. Even though he knew that deep inside she was not really her, but another person.

"We'll be back" said the other guy. And they continued their way. But deep inside, he had the strong wish to see her again and even stay overnight together maybe. The money was not enough and the debts where growing. Not convenient. The goddamn recession is shiting upon us... "Damn Government!" he thought. Beware if saying it again. But Belinda was linda and sexy, and he won't stop thinking about her for long times. Even he thought about a photo session, but this time he did not have his cam, "damn camera" he thought.

Soon and as he was sinking into the depths of the cannabis, he kept on thinking 'bout Belinda and from time to time and nite to nite. How was it possible for him to think about such a kinda girl? "If I had money rite now, I'd go for her... " used to say.
Damn cannabis, everytime it takes me to places I don't want to go... but it helps to open the Brotherhood doors.

"Girl... you really got me now..." I don't know which version I like the most: Van Halen or The Kinks? I think both are really good.

(From "A book of music")