Sometimes one looks for that one too called "messages of hope. " They are not Catholic hymns and revolutionary slogans printed or sign as you remember the great klucis , no. This is, plain and simple, small significant stimuli that can make you breathe, and live-better if sometimes short of breath.
I'm not talking about interpretations mystical, philosophical or financial considerations and, therefore, erratic or lacking in perspective. Frequently and unfortunately, much as the chase, sometimes these messages do not exist, much less do so when the one I write is in the train car where, where to look you , air conditioning not working properly, the demographics are playing with a skipping rope - a 36-seater wagon with her three offspring cries under 18 months, and the space you've supposedly gone to Seville, just , does not advance. Then
pagers. Embark on a space-worthy scorn Belgian Poirot and having the little big "message of hope" because, for those who have discovered the defect to find happiness in the distance, there may be many.
That the service may display a green light freedom , for example (do I have to apologize for using an image that becomes wonderfully hyperbolic phrase "the bathroom is free"?). A voice-neutral accent (remember it, have heard a thousand times) proclaimed by the speakers cracked "on this train beverage vending machines." And, above all, to read at red lights-pixel and half way between the carnage of the ce NTER commercial and neon cuasiburdelĂstico next destination, which coincides with yours.
However, and unfortunately, I have come to call "messages of hope" in a train does not exist. And, of course, if they do not listen to them. It is clear and we all know: we like it or not, as I write this, the service is free (remember the green light freedom ) because it emanates a stench that prevents approach him less than six meters drink more addictive than "waiver machine of this train is something called Sunny Delight , and the one that began, continued and completed esc ribiendo this, stands making photos of the landscape, a strange building that is on your right and the sign hor fucking Aryan and butcher to find that missing two hours to get home.
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