would you like to have some fresh meat to prey? However, I have no any poems right now.
It's just my exam composition:
Let me give you a piece of advice: don’t believe that miracles never happen. Well, maybe I should rephrase the statement – listen for your intuition! Don’t be so sure that extraordinary things take place in fairytales only.
In retrospect, I was a real fidget in my teens. I was involved in everything that took place at school or outside. Soccer championship, fencing team, ballroom dances, amateur plays, pranks and brawls – I’ve hardly missed one! My poor mother has never been sure where to look for me, because I could happen to be anywhere, stay for a night in a forest or hitchhike to Connecticut, just for a change. I was hardly able to focus on one subject, because my fidgety origin and vivid imagination suggested trying everything.
Now I, a forty year old being-bored-to-death manager of a civil engineering company, may just guess that I could probably find the better apply to my abilities. I believe it was a theatre, what was my real passion. I played a lot, and the lines I had to learn by heart were not a piece of cake – O’Neill, Hart, Williams, you name it. Once after the play someone gave me an envelope. An envelope that didn’t happen to be open in time coz I was in a big hurry packing my bag pack for a camp. Three years later, it was my roommate who found it in a drawer. The message said: ‘You are talented. I’ve not laughed and cried like that for a long. Call me please. I stay here up to the end of week. J.D.’ And a phone number. J.D., just as simple as that. A great actress, well known all through the world. I laughed and cried when I read it.
Now it’s over. And it doesn’t happen very often that I, a respectable department leader of a middle age, get my secretary scared by saying with beyond-the-grave voice (being sure that no one can hear me) ‘If I only stayed at home!…’