Images from T.V.

I grab the remote control and change channels randomly and don't even look what programs are. There are no answers in television. Images, images. "Damned bastard", she skips channels, smiles without wanting it. There are no answers in television. Agnes changes channels frantically during ten minutes until she gets tired and leaves the remote control on the table beside. I remain a few seconds admiring her sweet  profile, her straight and small nose, the beefy lips and the closed eyes with the long curved eyelashes. Images, images. She looks at me, smiles me, and her look seems like a high class's heavy baggage.