Sacharine, the last greatest romantic
Sacharine lives about two or three blocks from my friend Camille's house. He's not a beauty star. As a matter of fact, his nose might make you remember Gerard Depardieu. But he's such a nice person. Such a good man. And such a romantic lad - that's why his nickname is Sacharine, because he likes a little too much those sugary songs.
I mean, he's addicted to it. He's probably the only man, on the category up-to-20 years old, that likes "From the bottom of my broken heart", by Britney Spears! He's the only living person that still cries when listening to Elton John's "Song For Guy"! He just don't do Richard Clayderman (now you are asking too much of him).
Sacharine's once-upon-a-time bride hit the road a long time ago, and he still misses her. She was Japanese, and Japanese people don't often like their children to marry someone that's not from the "colony". Probably it was all Sacharine's bride's mother fault. She didn't want the wedding and splitered it all. Now she says she "loves" Sacharine and that she really wanted him to marry her daughter. Yeah, right, and my mum is Queen of Sweden.
The last time I visited Camille and Berrini, Sacharine was there and - of course - he was depressed. Blue like a saphire, not wanting to talk to anyone or anything like it. Berrini doesn't know what he will do with his friend - B. is usually a calm, gentle person, but sometimes is too much to ask of him to stand Sacharine's gloominess. I don't know what happens next. Perhaps he'll start to get bluer than a Joy Division tune, or get better like a Beatles' ballad. For poor ol' Sacharine, life now is a two-way road, and I wonder which way he's going to take...
Clip art from Spirit on line
