Tudo bem quando o calor é refrescado por uma brisa quase de chuva. Ou uma ventania. Sem ensaiar tempestade. Mas aquele calor fervente, que torra, ou frita os braços quando se sai na rua, típico de alguns verões brasileiros, é uma prova para guarda-roupas de verão e mesmo lojas menos favoráveis. É uma camiseta de manguinha curta com malha um pouco mais consistente de algodão, e... haja! Sue e reclame. Sinal vermelho para roupas sintéticas que são o abafo maior do calor quando nada respira, nem você, nem o corpo, nem a pele, nem os pensamentos. Tem roupas de esporte que mesmo com a evolução dos tecidos aparecem como um moletom sem-dó, aquele moletinho cruel, ou aquela versão nylon de time que te faz querer gritar. E alguém mande um SOS. Sobreviver ao verão com roupas adequadas e que não te envergonhem mas te deixem feliz até o fim do dia eh uma prova dos dez. Dos onze. Dos vinte e um.
Aguente a toalha de hotel que nao te deixe cheia de areia retumbante mesmo depois de uma lavada, duas, na maquina, e u-la-la. Aqueles shortinhos mequetrefes que não salvam ninguém nem em passeio de shopping e te fazem parecer mais largada que a despairecida na rede no fim do dia, com o cabelo que não arruma há treze meses, aquele chinelo despingolado e as unhas sem fazer... ou aquele chinelozinho que vai arrebentar a qualquer hora, com uma florzinha fraca que ensaia couro mas não é, mas é megera, e nem o namorado nota... sai correndo e peça para o calor ir embora. It is hot. Hot weather. Brazil tries to breath but the sun is burning everyone´s head. People are in a very bad mood, most of them. Or screaming at the streets and with absolutely no patience for the trafic. Rio can burn itself and burn everybody as the rain insist in not coming.
People are arguing about a glass of champagne. I didnt understand what is this story. Noisy ones everywhere. No food that is healthy enough. Fashion in summer with bad shorts and bad flip flops with bad flowers or sandals with too much plastic can make your feet look weird. Even at the boyfriend´s house.
Depends if he just cant deal with fashion, or understand that is fashion anyone who says is in the middle of fashion and just buys the brands that see in the magazine. Whatever. Style is a little bit more, or much more.
Maybe my guy is enjoying music somewhere. But he has in mind i understand about fashion and that makes me more interesting, and he can thanks heaven i don´t have a poodle around me barfing and screaming as a crazy one. Sorry. Poodle can be annoying sometimes, right? Having a woman in nice colors during the summer, not only put buts and everything out but without style, would hurt his eyes. Baby, fashion is good and make us better, right? Fashion is not having a tiny dog barfing after you just to say "mimimi, im a pretty nice girl", but who just knows "zero" about fashion. Jealously is very bad.
Man, these people down the lobby is making me feel tired, talking all together at the same time. Behave. And be strong to make decisions. Having a person with a "fashion" packed from a magazine almost all perfect is scary. Moschino likes barbies but not everybody. Personality. Not frozen boring looks from audience. Who just like super-plastic sandals. Move on. Fashion is nice and is for smart people. Baby you like, right? As in this summer, we aren´t in the hell. But in heaven. (Rosaly Queen - All Rights Reserved)
