THE WOMAN THAT LOOKED AT ME.

Yesterday, I was in metro.
I was going to Shiatsu’s school for an evening at theme.
In a metro there was several people, non a lot.
One of those, was a woman.
A woman that looked me, or better, watched me.
I didn’t understand because.
Maybe, for her, I was ridicule or other.
I don’t know.
But the woman, continued to look me, without a problem.
So, I thought, that I liked her.
But, while thought this, my eyes look down, at the woman’s feet.
In this way I understood all.
I understood, because the woman looked at me.
At her feet, she carried the toilet paper.