A Beggars cambodian

Two eggs
Toast and
fries.

As I reached my ketchup ...
an unlikely pair of eyes
I was impressed.

Dressed in an orange robe,
This young barefoot Monaco
was staring in disbelief
on his face.

How could I
not understand?

Confused and disoriented
I cried my maid.

I asked, what is not
this young man?

He bent down, raised some cash
under her skirt and offeredhim
head bowed.

Immediately the man young and beautiful
began to pray.

Seconds after he was gone,
as he made his way ...
a busy road.

I must admit, are increasingly skeptical of the sincerity of some monks in Cambodia.
Internet cafés can often be seen as playing with the computer, as they seem to deceive
hours in an illusion of happiness.

Ironically, some people argue that the decision to become a Monaco now oftenthe result of spiritual material considerations.

As is his almost thirty years since the Khmer Rouge fell from power, there is no doubt that many people in Cambodia have returned to their religious roots. But I often wonder if the young people who receive this admirable vocation proper education, the profound philosophy, choosing to understand the core of their work. I must also admit that I have been entertained with absolute humility ShopOwners who strive to their money for a short prayer and a little 'grace.

Certainly there are asking to be much more than a Monaco ...
as the waitresses are busy, the breakfast.