Well, it was a sunny day. Not that there was nothing wrong, but the only feature of that day was plenty of sunshine. Be full sun is a quality as there are many others. I was driving merrily, that if he could jump in my car, it would bounce. You can imagine my car with the nearly vertical windshield. Here, while I was to drive, climbs a very green bug on the windshield. The bug was very green. Bedbugs are very green only on sunny days. She walked on my machine with that way of walking and the bugs that have pretended to nothing, as if my car was a planet. When someone walks on a planet that moves, he does it pretending nothing, or at least pretending that the planet does not move. For a moment I thought I'd ask you to consider the views of the bug, but now I've reconsidered. That's it.
admit that you are a person who jumps off easily. Whatever someone comes and tells you a "Do not bring you down." Then you ask: "So I am a person who is thrown down easily?. "This thought, because you are a person who throws down with ease, you knock it down. And will the thought of being knocked off by knowing of being easy to jump down, you knock it down. Because of all this being knocked out, you say, "Yes, yes, I throw myself down easy." and you throw it down accordingly. As long as there is someone who sees you so knocked out, you say, "Do not bring you down."
Imagine that you have before you a hood emotional one that is operated only from the outside. The open and we're inside someone. The truth is that someone is not the victim. Especially when you have the keys in his pocket.
Now my hands are not where they should be. The reduction in horror. I would like to inject
pencil lead in the veins, designed to see transparency in the graph of my blood circulating sterile, in a grand prix without end and without premium.
I exist in time as a car passing in a photograph.
I'm sitting in a cafe. Before me is a woman sitting in the middle of a dirty white plastic table to divide us. To my left a window that looks out on a day that starts or start or continue along the lines of. The woman is thin, shrugs his shoulders, holding your elbows on the table not too far apart. He holds his head resting on the back of right hand. He wears a black wool jersey, member, which covers the forearms up to half. Everything in his face is very horizontal. We are not saying anything, we did not talk about anything. She looks the part of my back, which reaches the wall, where part of the padding has been expelled from the upholstery. I fixed the inner edge of the empty cup in front of him. E 'coffee stain. I guess segarle arm in half, long sleeves, and observe the longitudinal section, the muscles, the ulna, radius, bone marrow, veins and arteries. I suppose for a moment there is no longer possible interaction between any atom of matter, everything would be pulverized, nebulized, everything falls anonymous pseudocaotici processes in the galaxy, I, you, the cup of coffee, the bar, the street, day out. I guess I take the empty cup and pull it against the wall, I can already hear the sound of shards bouncing off the ground, I can already hear the noise of the glances of other diners at our table. Imagine a scenario less compromising. I imagine that suddenly the force of gravity is reversed, but only for that cup of coffee. Would fall upwards, and it would crash on the ceiling. The people around to observe the phenomenon with wonder and seek my eyes to give me the elbow, a nauseating-you-seen-him-you also, we are-part-of-something-together. But by then we'd already gone, and I'd already away.
