Movies in my head

Yes, Dear Mr. young over-fitted Abercrombie model wearing over- elaborated jeans almost glamorous in their casualness, we know you might be thinking in your presumable over the board childish-over-complex mind that your fine innocent looks will sell the organic pecans you're trying to sell.
Oh no, my dear, you're wrong, I'll come closer only to taste the organic taste of your perfume...and maybe a pecan, it's organic! It tastes bitter but I'll find a way to forgive you because you're young and still from the Country of Bliss and you don't know the knowings that I know...
Later on, when you'll own an empire, in a seminar about Sales Techniques, when asked about your beginnings, you'll smile and wonder why your first pitches brought you nowhere although your looks were highly articulate.The audience will laugh. You'll go on telling them about a sad woman (yes, you'll say I was sad, of that I'm sure) with a pessimistic eastern accent that you will try to imitate. The audience will laugh again.
You'll think you still got it. That charisma of your first pitch.
My son will be in the audience, worshiping you, dreaming about pecans.He will make plans and give them names and cut their wings with his fears. He'd had been taught that life is hard and risk is risky.
He'll be tormented with the same disease you've infected me with just now. With that dream we know it's a dream with no wings to fly...
You'll be still young and still from the Country of Bliss...