A summer day I was walking down the street when I saw her. A woman so beautiful that could stand traffic, and yet so unaware of it (her beauty) and the effects she was causing on people.
She was walking blindly to the desire looks she received from men, and the hateful looks women shot at her.
And as she was walking, the slinky movements of her hips were hypnotizing pedestrians and drivers. I even saw a mesmerized couple of guys walking behind her.
They were not harassing her. But it was obvious that the poor guys have lost their souls to the rhythm of her movements.
I am just grateful there were no traffic accidents.
And I couldn’t help but think of “the girl from Ipanema” and that some people are really gifted with beauty but as this beauty is nothing extraordinary for them, they do not hold themselves with pride or arrogance. As ironic as that might be.