Cigola the pulley in the well Questi giorni stanno procedendo in un modo freneticamente silent. During the day are often alone in my work and, as I am a bear, the thing I never weighed. Lately, though, the silence became heavier. I chatter on the radio in the car even though I often find myself lost in thought. I realize I have reached the goal without even remember which way I walked (good condition for road safety). In the office, the walls seem more impressive and deaf. And 'as if the silence was suddenly changed in batting and was invading every space as polyurethane foam.
Relations with
Rolling are increasingly tense. For my part.
specific because I make this necessary, Despite the disputes, she returns affectation opportunist any minute. I, although not a bully by nature, once debated can not forget in a short time. Even in the long term, to tell the truth. More resentful that I would describe myself as an elephant's long memory extr. Needless to say, "You have to forget some nonsense," I can not. It 's like saying the water to run contrary to gravity. It can not. Not because they want to, simply because it is not in his nature to do so.
Some might argue that the water could be forced, for example, by means of a lifting system. But if you think that I attack a few pump fluid to lift the heavy burden of work forced cohabitation, think again. At most I can dotarmi aspirator to catch all the shit that comes from the alienation of Rolling mouth and prevent propagation of the air.
In the evening, out of this madhouse, return home. Where home is a taboo subject. Having to leave the apartment and still be looking for a new one that has a little reassuring. It 's like having to walk in the shoes of paper that tears at the first misstep.
Looking for a house in his spare time is not very profitable, especially when the cuttings sono frutto del lavoro di una sarta avara. Volendo cercare un aspetto positivo della questione mi autoimpongo di pensare che andrò dove il destino mi porterà e sarà sicuramente la cosa migliore che potrebbe capitarmi. Se poi mi doveste trovare sotto un ponte dentro uno scatolone di cartone, fate finta di nulla e non rigirate il coltello nella piaga.
Show must go on!
