Quete! of ... what the hell does not pass?
Thursday, April 6, 2006
Platypus Flosser What Store Can I Buy From
Maybe someday .... or better, I would like to begin this text with "there was a day ...". Yes, definitely that's a better start to what I write.
There was a day when the alarm sounded, the night was not over night and the hobos and other marginalized and I were on the street waiting for everyone to go running to their responsibilities. John and a bottle of red wine in hand, we expected that the trains were arriving at the railway station, but did not arrive. Always us we spent on a park bench at 3:00 to 4:00, waiting for trains and the people waiting for trains to make fun of them. We laughed at their responsibilities, their alienation laughed, we laughed in his life. Sadly, over time, we had no wait on the train every morning in the platform of the station Banfield wait while we watched the plaza with some nostalgia. Work, school, going to pay bills, go to marches, go visit my sister, our girls, our friends, our services .... a whole long list of things we were removing a little time and one day we all took the time and forever. In our daily walk in groups would lose hours, we cooked a bath in the subway, we wondered how bad walked the world to have people selling hot dogs in each Railroad car of Roca. We were becoming superficially in the former caused us between laughter and pity, while in our minds clamored for time, free time, time to do nothing, time to take a wine Banfield Square like old times. So one day I said "Enough!" and invited him to take a few wines. Cagamos us in everything, everything up before saying enough was important. So we gather in the square to get drunk, talking about our lives, from the Revolution to criticize our acquaintances to speak of mine, of course, eagerly awaiting the first railways. But it never came. Looked at the time and it was five o'clock and nothing, at this time and trains should be running without users set fire stations. So we got up and went to fix that happening, but we met no one, except for a couple of hobos as they were also surprised. Maipú at seven o'clock seemed Maipú at three in the morning. There was, literally, a soul in the street, except us and our drinking. It seemed that bird flu had killed everyone but us, it seemed they were all dead except us. We walked and no collective Alsina cars or in Maipú, or Arenales. Not even rang the bell of the church, not even the police alarms, nothing. Finally decided to go home and the trip gave us the same landscape suspect. We were to separate the sidewalk from my house when John said "I pee." My house was quiet. Adele, my old, should be watching the news like every morning to watch the weather. But I was switched off, when turned on, nothing could be seen on any channel. I went up the stairs and there was snoring as usual Ade and Tommy seconded that lying on the floor. The scene was a normal scene of three in the morning but it was nearly eight and nothing. Then I felt it. I suspected, imagined, believed him. That same feeling I felt when I invited John to drink wine, that feeling of shit in all, responsibility at least it seemed like something general. Neither the train nor the collective, not even the media!. What if one day all we felt that we need not go out every day, every blessed day at work, waste oil and other natural resources?. What if the election were to come, which was to start the program Tinelli and nobody cares at all?. "Can you imagine what would that be, what we would feel?" asked John as he swallowed some wine. "Happiness", he said, while a train entered the station slowly.
There was a day when the alarm sounded, the night was not over night and the hobos and other marginalized and I were on the street waiting for everyone to go running to their responsibilities. John and a bottle of red wine in hand, we expected that the trains were arriving at the railway station, but did not arrive. Always us we spent on a park bench at 3:00 to 4:00, waiting for trains and the people waiting for trains to make fun of them. We laughed at their responsibilities, their alienation laughed, we laughed in his life. Sadly, over time, we had no wait on the train every morning in the platform of the station Banfield wait while we watched the plaza with some nostalgia. Work, school, going to pay bills, go to marches, go visit my sister, our girls, our friends, our services .... a whole long list of things we were removing a little time and one day we all took the time and forever. In our daily walk in groups would lose hours, we cooked a bath in the subway, we wondered how bad walked the world to have people selling hot dogs in each Railroad car of Roca. We were becoming superficially in the former caused us between laughter and pity, while in our minds clamored for time, free time, time to do nothing, time to take a wine Banfield Square like old times. So one day I said "Enough!" and invited him to take a few wines. Cagamos us in everything, everything up before saying enough was important. So we gather in the square to get drunk, talking about our lives, from the Revolution to criticize our acquaintances to speak of mine, of course, eagerly awaiting the first railways. But it never came. Looked at the time and it was five o'clock and nothing, at this time and trains should be running without users set fire stations. So we got up and went to fix that happening, but we met no one, except for a couple of hobos as they were also surprised. Maipú at seven o'clock seemed Maipú at three in the morning. There was, literally, a soul in the street, except us and our drinking. It seemed that bird flu had killed everyone but us, it seemed they were all dead except us. We walked and no collective Alsina cars or in Maipú, or Arenales. Not even rang the bell of the church, not even the police alarms, nothing. Finally decided to go home and the trip gave us the same landscape suspect. We were to separate the sidewalk from my house when John said "I pee." My house was quiet. Adele, my old, should be watching the news like every morning to watch the weather. But I was switched off, when turned on, nothing could be seen on any channel. I went up the stairs and there was snoring as usual Ade and Tommy seconded that lying on the floor. The scene was a normal scene of three in the morning but it was nearly eight and nothing. Then I felt it. I suspected, imagined, believed him. That same feeling I felt when I invited John to drink wine, that feeling of shit in all, responsibility at least it seemed like something general. Neither the train nor the collective, not even the media!. What if one day all we felt that we need not go out every day, every blessed day at work, waste oil and other natural resources?. What if the election were to come, which was to start the program Tinelli and nobody cares at all?. "Can you imagine what would that be, what we would feel?" asked John as he swallowed some wine. "Happiness", he said, while a train entered the station slowly.
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