On this side of life well to the south, the nights are cooler in January. At least more so that this oven was a month ago, a crash that prevented a reset during the night. Buenos Aires keeps half of its people, and beyond the calm of the garden, there are ways to slip off to sleep naturally. It may be that one is watching the Australia Open, the strange abochornantes noon expectancy in middle of the night, which is stupidly happy as the player can move to second or third round, at about two o'clock. Or you can enjoy page at "The Baron in the Trees" by Italo Calvino , and discover that "companies that rely on interior toughness to be silent and dark, a little one to declare them, or boast of them everything seems fatuous, pointless, and even petty. "
be why, as Calvin says, I never could believe in the declamations of politicians or big marketing managers? The protagonist of his book is Cosimo, a child who vowed to live his entire life up tree, and fulfilled. These are decisions of the art capitals of context, in Nature there is also fatal landslides, such as Rio de Janeiro. You can peek-a warm night in the same-that the same effect occurs in the context of small family and friends. They bow to the views, priorities change, and no mud or tree dragged him testify. Follow
Calvin, describing the unresolved character of the Knight Advocate: "I never was opposed to the will of others, but soon lost interest in the work and left him (...) Mandaba start digging on a site, then another, then stop , and returned to take action. When night discontinued them all. It was difficult for the next morning decided to resume work at that point. There was no way to find it for a week. "And ends:" Cosimo was saddled with the image of the Knight Advocate as a warning of what could become the man that separates the fate of the others. "
A well-known remote yells something today from the steps of the club: "What's wrong with you Daniel, that you so thoughtfully." Pass me the world, I thought. How to be otherwise? And immediately a guard wielding a smile of irony. But the eyes do not smile, no , and one goes up the stairs. And then we continue for another year, climbing the other ladder, with garden, with Nalbandian and Del Potro in the second round, half a book, and the tingling feeling that non-slip to the land, people, the world-are taking their toll. Perhaps the only way to become immune to outside landslides is unresolved loneliness Attorney Knight.
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