ALL Flattens
a while ago and I found myself saying Merry deferred msn. My friends are so scattered around the world like pepper on my kitchen tablecloth. Some already uncovering champagne in Paris, others gave a booby in a pool in Santiago de Chile, a few wanted nothing of 2007 and even when looking at their watches. As I opened conversation windows on my computer, I claimed the upstairs neighbor who uploaded the damn heat. New York home is so often, the songs of Frank Sinatra do not stop playing on the radio today seem to come from the mouth of Disneyworld. I love Sinatra, just that my life has nothing to do with what she sings. Her tone makes me feel like a woman completely banal. Assuming my banality, while waiting in 2007 I became a pseudo-intellectual and started talking with a friend about how rotten the world is. Nothing very original, the truth, (there is someone who does not comment on the execution of Saddam Hussein perhaps?) Until we leave aside the globe to delve into a more personal level.
was then that I realized that chatting is the closest thing to think aloud. With no visible to anyone on the other side, shoot your troubles of the moment with great honesty. As in a mirror. This effect would be impossible to obtain in vivo or by telephone.
This friend of mine told me that the good thing over the years is that everything is flattened, as in the pampa. This is what I needed to hear before the year was out.
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