Liza minden nap \u00f6tkor v\u00e9gez a munk\u00e1ban. Miel\u0151tt haza indulna, mindig elmegy az egyik t\u00e9rre, ahol egy id\u0151s n\u00e9ni vir\u00e1gokat \u00e1rul. Liza mindig vesz egy csokrot t\u0151le. Ut\u00e1na felsz\u00e1ll a villamosra, \u00e9s a v\u00e1rost n\u00e9zi az ablakb\u00f3l ragyog\u00f3 tekintettel. S ha valami sz\u00e9pet l\u00e1t, elmosolyodik.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\r\n Liz\u00e1val n\u00e9h\u00e1ny \u00e9ve\u00a0tal\u00e1lkoztam. A mobilomon \u00e9pp sms-t \u00edrtam, amikor meg\u00e1llt mellettem. Nem tudtam nem \u00e9szrevenni \u0151t, mert r\u00e1m mosolygott. Az \u0151 kez\u00e9ben is mobil volt. \u00dajra \u00e9s \u00fajra r\u00e1m pillantott ragyog\u00f3 tekintettel. V\u00e9g\u00fcl mosolyogva megsz\u00f3laltam. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\r\n \u2013 Nem neked \u00edrok sms-t. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\r\n \u2013 Tudom \u2013 felelte csillog\u00f3 szemmel. \u2013 Csak arra gondolok, hogy milyen rohan\u00e1sban \u00e9l\u00fcnk. Mindenki nyomkodja ezeket a vackokat. Mindenki siet valahov\u00e1. Pedig, ha feln\u00e9zn\u00e9nk, megl\u00e1tn\u00e1nk egym\u00e1st. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\r\n Liz\u00e1ra pillantottam. Csak akkor vettem \u00e9szre a szem\u00e9ben l\u00e9v\u0151 mag\u00e1nyt, mely szel\u00edden\u00a0b\u00fajt meg a tekintet\u00e9ben. A mobilj\u00e1ra pillantott, majd \u00fajra r\u00e1m. A mobilra, \u00e9s megint r\u00e1m, \u00e9s mosolyogni kezdett. Nem tudom, h\u00e1ny m\u00e1sodperc telt el, m\u00edg \u0151t n\u00e9ztem. Csak azt tudom, hogy egyszer csak kiny\u00edlt a villamos ajtaja. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\r\n \u2013 Mennem kell. \u00d6r\u00fcl\u00f6k, hogy tal\u00e1lkoztunk \u2013 mondta mosolyogva, \u00e9s meg\u00e9rintette a karomat. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\r\n Lesz\u00e1llt, \u00e9s m\u00e9g egyszer visszan\u00e9zett kedvesen. A tekintetemmel k\u00f6vettem, ahogy elveszik a t\u00f6megben. Mint mikor a f\u00e9nyt figyeled a s\u00f6t\u00e9ts\u00e9gben. A villamos elindult, a mobilt eltettem, \u00e9s percekig csak n\u00e9ztem magam el\u00e9. \u00dcres voltam, eg\u00f3 n\u00e9lk\u00fcl, \u00e9s Liz\u00e1ra gondoltam. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\r\n Liza huszonkilenc \u00e9ves. Minden nap \u00f6tkor v\u00e9gez a munk\u00e1ban, ut\u00e1na hazaindul. A f\u00e9rfiak megcsod\u00e1lj\u00e1k a sz\u00e9ps\u00e9g\u00e9t, de soha egyszer sem l\u00e1tt\u00e1k m\u00e9g \u0151t. Nem tudj\u00e1k, milyen val\u00f3j\u00e1ban. Liza minden nap egy csokor vir\u00e1got vesz egy id\u0151s n\u00e9nit\u0151l, s hazafel\u00e9 menet azt rem\u00e9li, egyszer valaki megl\u00e1tja majd \u0151t. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\r\n A v\u00e1ros gy\u00f6ny\u00f6r\u0171 f\u00e9nyeit figyelem. Emberek sz\u00e1zai mennek el mellettem, s Liz\u00e1ra gondolok. Arra a n\u0151re, kivel csak egyszer tal\u00e1lkoztam \u00e9letemben, m\u00e9gis velem maradt. Ez a k\u00f6z\u00f6s h\u00e1t benn\u00fcnk. Mindannyian azt rem\u00e9lj\u00fck, hogy von\u00e1saink m\u00f6g\u00f6tt egyszer felismernek majd minket, s megl\u00e1tj\u00e1k sz\u00edv\u00fcnket. Musz\u00e1j, hogy \u00edgy legyen. Nem igaz? De. :) \u2013\u00a0Peter Noel<\/a>,\u00a0Peter Noel Privat<\/a>, P\u00e9ter Noel<\/a>. Szerz\u0151i \u00e9s minden jog fenntartva. Megoszthat\u00f3 v\u00e1ltoztat\u00e1s n\u00e9lk\u00fcl, mindennem\u0171 egy\u00e9b felhaszn\u00e1l\u00e1sa enged\u00e9lyk\u00f6teles. Sz\u00f3val, ha ezek ut\u00e1n is leny\u00falod a sz\u00f6vegeimet, megkereslek, \u00e9s bek\u00f6lt\u00f6z\u00f6k hozz\u00e1d t\u00f6bb h\u00f3napra. Biztos, ezt akarod? :)<\/span><\/span><\/p>\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_986\" align=\"aligncenter\" width=\"200\"] Liza is 29 years old. She has ginger-blond hair and greenish bluish eyes. Due to the running and other sports, she is still in a really good shape. The men steal a glance at her, and afraid to talk to her, because Liza is like if she was living in another world.<\/p>\r\n Liza finishes at work at 5pm every day. Before she would go home, she always goes first to a town square, where an old lady is selling flowers. Liza always buys a bouquet from her. Then she gets on the tram, and looking at the city through the window, and her eyes are shining. And whenever she sees something nice, she smiles.\u00a0<\/p>\r\n I met Liza a couple of years ago. I was texting on my phone when she stood next to me. I could not not notice her as she was smiling at me. She also had a phone in her hand. She was keep looking at me with sparkles in her eyes. Eventually I started talking to her.\u00a0<\/p>\r\n \u2013\u00a0I am not texting to you.\u00a0<\/p>\r\n \u2013\u00a0I know. \u2013 she said with shiny eyes. \u2013\u00a0I was thinking that we are living in this rushed life. Everybody is keep tapping on these things. Everybody is in a rush to somewhere. But if we were looking up we would be able to see each other.\u00a0<\/p>\r\n I looked at her. Then I noticed the loneliness in her eyes, that was mildly hiding in her look. She looked at her cell and then at me. Back at her cell and at me again, and she started smiling. I don't know for how many seconds but I was still looking at her. All I know that all of a sudden the tram door has opened.\u00a0<\/p>\r\n \u2013 I have to go. It's nice to meet you - she said with a smile and she touched my arm.\u00a0<\/p>\r\n She got off and looked back one more time kindly. I followed her with my gaze, as she disappeared in the crowd. It's like when you are watching the light in the darkness. The tram has departed again, I put away my phone, and for minutes I was staring into the nothing in front of me. I was empty, without ego, and I was thinking of Liza.<\/p>\r\n Liza is 29 years old. Every day she finishes at work at 5pm, then she goes home. The men admire her beauty, but never ever really seen her. They don't know what is she really like. Liza buys a bunch of flowers every day from an old lady, and on her way home she hopes that one day someone is going to see her.\u00a0<\/p>\r\n I'm watching the beautiful lights of the city. Hundreds of people are walking by me, and I am thinking of Liza. That woman that I have met once in my life, and still she stayed with me. This is what we have in common. We all hope that some day someone will recognize us behind our features, and they will see our hearts. It has to be that way. Isn't it? Yes. :)\u00a0\u2013\u00a0Peter Noel<\/a>,\u00a0P\u00e9ter Noel<\/a>,\u00a0Peter Noel Privat<\/a>\u00a0Copyright and all rights reserved. Shareable without modification, any other use requires authorization. Well, if you steal my texts after these, I find you, and I move in to you onto more months. Are you sure, is this what you want? 🙂<\/p>","type":"rich"}![\"Haley](\"https:\/\/peternoel.cafeblog.hu\/files\/2016\/10\/hayley.jpg\")
<\/a> Haley Bennett[\/caption]\r\n