me running away time for many things, including blogs. Too many things. And there's also the holidays. Tiny and no saints.
Pero 'at least I stopped thinking in those days. The latest. There are and they move around us even if we pretend not to see them. We are not interested for a fuck that we are on a fast train that goes to a single destination, dreamed, felt, tax, compulsory. And everyone must remain in place more 'or less comfortable with all'acool, smoking (fewer), drugs (more and more') and perhaps also due to drugs and endorphins running or gym. The place is 'tight so no belly I recommend the business and' the most 'forward and cool, the' you can stretch out and eat the bread that thread but no fat. Should earn more ', we need to work more', we have to run to get to places comfortable. You can use the miles and then sometimes there 'upgrade. What a thrill. They look different but we are all equal, the paradox of individualism encouraged. We are no longer 'authentic, we hamsters that run on the wheel as idiots, let's outlook on the agenda when we see friends. In a bit 'when we fuck. Oh, and today 'Friday' 18 to 21.30: trumpet. And talking about the same things, of work, money, travel, promotions, bonuses, vacation. Look at the phones, i-phone, the BB, the laptop all the time to know our cocks and I commented on others. And the last we go next and even see them. I started watching them. They have eyes and have a real dignity 'that we have lost. Do not escape them and they are honest. They are 'always struggling day after day. Marino and 'come out here with his little truck for hot dogs and soft drinks. The Italian name proudly printed on his cart, Marino and 'one meter high and low conquanta. is always here for 10 months a year in December and January that he did not know what to do. I have to ask him if he comes back in March. 10 months a year on the street selling hot dogs at $ 05.01. And 'friend to everyone in my building and used with discretion if you must heat the hall during the winter or if it is to use the bathroom (While the doorman from the 'look at the cart). At different seasons are different options of cart. In the summer, and 'a folding stool, the kind that fishermen use, which brings out every now and Marino sits down. In winter it's too cold to sit on the street and then comes out with a wooden supports in wood: it rises above but not to seem more 'high but not to freeze your feet on the icy concrete. Smiles to all, the evening closes the truck and goes who knows' where. One night I followed him for several blocks while pushing his cart, I wanted to see if the leaves in a warehouse somewhere, or if the charge on a truck. This cart is not 'think it's so small but he pushes it with lightness and agility' between marcapiedi, smiling and apologizing to the few pedestrians when to do a maneuver that impedes traffic. It 'a kind of dance cart. This year he changed the wheels are now white circle. Me I see him on weekends if the change alone, but a big job 'now goes away when the evening goes away a bit' more 'fast. Time gained. And a little 'less fatigue that goes better with the new wheels. A little 'as and when' the idea of \u200b\u200bthe axis of wood, then perfected with the media: I do not have cold feet and 'a great satisfaction. Sheila (the avro 'written right, the spelling has to ask the next time ) instead of cleaning the studio, and' black and is' a grandmother of 70. Her eyes are smiling even if he has a right hip problem and perhaps should stop working. With discretion is advised always to everyone in the studio to make sure that everyone is well. After a while, 'he says quietly, you got to know you're working too hard, you have to go home. She starts work at 8 pm and if you're still in the studio as he would whisper it to you just a grandmother. Before entering the building sits on the step side of building and chat with other maids. Sometimes smoke, with discretion. But very often they laugh and laugh well. And then change his uniform and 'clean and smells of laundry. The last time asked me how my friend who worked here three years ago and saw him to tell him that she greeted him. They place one day after another and even if the last 'hard, but something that we have lost. Here I close a year so 'so' thinking that what we have lost and how to retrieve it, and 'this is the only real hope that I can wish for 2010. And I would like everyone to give a little 'attention to the last. They are everywhere, just look around. It would be nice know some 'of their stories and share them. Talk about them and look up instead hold them on Nostril navels chatting unnecessarily the number of fans of Tiger Woods or something cool, to cool to buy.
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