Whether he likes it or not, a man’s character is stripped at the poker table; if the other players read him better than he does, he has only himself to blame. Unless he is both able and prepared to see himself as the others do, flaws and all, he will be a loser in cards, as in life.
It happens you get involved, start trusting people, investing feelings and time in relationships with no real future.
So one thing we know…we hate poker games and not because we don’t understand the hidden rules and always lose the pokerface acting, but because we don’t like dirty games and pretenders.
We always remain the same women, with same habbits, same coffees in the morning, same styles, same values and same aspirations, always dedicating ourselves to creating beautiful things not only for us, but also for those around us.
It happened one evening, while we were enjoying a marvelous-peaceful vacation in Spain with some very good friends of ours, when they opened our eyes and rewrote our story just for the fun of it and just to make us realise, once again, that we cannot change poker-faced people from our past, no matter how much we would like to do it.
And this is the sad true… nobody can make them see the TRUE reality and their mistakes (that have been already forgiven).
But all that matters is that we are the same inside-out, in front of all the judgments. We are what we are & we are what you see with no extra efforts and no other crackers.It’s just our life and the fab aura exists only thanks to you all.