Why my brother, a dandy?

Why my brother, a dandist?

It appears to me that a dandy can change the world in many ways. Someone has changed the world of Tamara; my brother, a dandist…

He’s seventeen with a long hair and an arrogant’s walk. His coat looks finest arranged with his pants. He sings in so many ways and his electric guitar moves his hands with finesse and élan. Had he more monetary prosperity, I mean, be son of other richer family, or wait for myself, -the eldest sister- to buy some special goodies he would choose, he would change the angels world. Or at least the female angel-aspiring girls.

The dandy makes the observant feel enhanced and smooth for the look of elegant supersticious originally arranged perfection. Non forgivable if someone, in his lack of dignity, imitates the beautiful dandy male; for females always copy so; unforgivable if a man does so.

Had he enough money to change his supersticiouslly arranged clothes and garments, they wouldn’t repeat the super-dandy combinations, and he would also combine the breath-taking days with cool normal looking clothes to give balance to his and other people’s eye, and to astound on election.

Why my brother, a dandist. He has changed the world of Tamara, who now understands what is true in people’s outer and inner beauty and people’s longing and effort for progress motivation. Myself, a semi-dandist, can give Esteban some more tricks of my own inspiration, that he would surely turn into some teenager’s male deservable trick. But trick, oh my, it’s just the finest sense of the word, for a dandist would never use a cheap-trick, or even accept one from someone who isn’t a heart-linked person like me…

For Esteban and his beautiful friends.

Clarita Placencia.
on 08-08-2009


note: (Tamara is a female I invented, I make the acclaration because today Esteban showed me who his girlfriend is. Just in case she reads this :). )