Hi, I'm Corinne! When staying home more in the kitchen,
because there I allowed to smoke. I smoke like a Turk and drink coffee all like
him, because they do it in a brass pot and simmer.
I would rather drink it on the patio, especially now that
summer, because I have a small terrace in front of my house, but can not. You
can not because they live in a suburb, on a street in a small town, and my
patio is very close to the street and therefore the sidewalk over which quite a
few pedestrians at that early hour. How are young (just what I've been
twenty-five years, not less than ten months then) and look pretty good, all
male carrier pants, getting in and out on the street, feels obliged (he can not
otherwise ) let me take a look. Glances longer lustful, short, accompanied by
insinuating smiles, intrigue (what does this look in her balcony to drink
coffee?) And others, and others, which more. I feel like a professional display
in a shop window, waiting for customers. Let us understand, I do not lack guts,
can ever return to the ice beast lightning glances and I would do that if it be
one, or two, but they are many and ... becomes tedious and savor the
satisfaction disappears liquor blessed. Not to mention the suit that Eve and I
sleep in the house wearing a tiny black silk gown adorned with large flowers of
poppy, with nothing underneath. Just a moment of inattention and a gust of wind
made the wives could
produce revelations ... incendiary, as recently happened to poor Laura Pausini
on stage in Peru .
So, in the kitchen, at the table, legs, smoked and drank
coffee. A fly appeared from nowhere and began to waltz through my kitchen and
taking that echoed with buzzing so, so annoying. I placed the windows and open
them occasionally when do general cleaning, but found it bites a place where to
go. I took the red SWATTER and we executed it. It sat on the table, right next
to the cup of coffee and move in small beam antennas and her slender legs like
knitting something. I left in her than a black spot. I hate flies, therefore I
put nets on the windows and bought an envelope and do not want to brag as The
Valiant Little Tailor I ever killed ten in one shot, but I killed enough. But
now I had a regret, I was sorry that I killed her.
Hundreds of millions of years of evolution from a spot kick
low an envelope. Even if looked at with a microscope could not longer see
traces antennae, legs and wings her flimsy. It was a world in miniature, an
entity that had a goal, a purpose in living and lower worlds, bacteria with
their own aspirations. Other worlds within worlds, complex, fascinating and
delicate, reduced to a spot kick an envelope. Yes, the death of a midge may be
insignificant, or a disaster, depending on what angle you look. Do not know why
I had that moment of weakness, to me all the flies were the same, I find that
one is more beautiful or interesting as another. Perhaps if a giant eighty
thousand times bigger than I am, we'd see me and Angelina Jolie, side by side,
no he would not make any difference.
I love life, I am fascinated and in love with her. But
sometimes willingly but most often unwittingly, kill. Yes, I know, it's
outrageous! It's not nice to kill, especially for delicate and sensitive young
lady. But paradoxically, life goes on, evolves and becomes stronger through ...
death. Death frog tadpoles that it produces massive amounts do storks live.
Most agile and fortunate of tadpoles, one in a thousand, get frogs, but not all
of the frogs arrive arrive to produce eggs. None of the bite that will not be
born other flies, but the others were pretty smart, fast, and lucky to escape
my SWATTER shot.
Now stay with iPad on your lap, feet on the table and write.
I have long legs, tanned foot silk gown hanging on the side. I would not look
bad in a commercial for the iPad, or coffee. Smoker. I Corinne, are at the
forefront of the food chain, as I see with my mind's eye, almost naked, with
feet on the ground, surrounded by blue and flavor of cigarette smoke. For me
there is no a predator, I live (if I quit smoking) three to four times longer
than my ancestors, the early hominids. How many children I want and no one is
killing my children. Although I'm a natural and reasonable to kill a fly and
are absolutely agree that storks to feed on tadpoles, frogs kids, my death or
my children would be a catastrophe. If any of hominid, Australopithecus
anything he or his wife would have stumbled upon the elixir of eternal life, it
would be shown me how I look now? Now would be "admired" legs short,
bowed and full hair. Brrrrr !!! I take cold just thinking.
Their death, generation after generation, and natural
selection has caused me to exist in this form (form completely acceptable).
Maybe I should pour a few drops of red wine (the oldest, clean and good drink
in the world) in their memory for their sacrifice unconscious.
How Somehow, mankind has discovered the elixir of life (long
life yet) and the altered symbiotic dance between life and death dance that
life always comes out stronger, more complex. We are already over 7 billion and
even die, do not evolve. Not evolve because the most beautiful, most powerful
and most intelligent of us chose to fewer children, or not to do at all. They
left this "chore" on the shoulders of those who normally would not
have had a chance to reproduce.
Over twenty thousand years people will look the same,
because people want to stay the same and nothing seems to prevent them. Homo
Erectus was very pleased with himself, just as we are now, and that was after
him and so we showed today. Lucky that I was after him.
Finally, with my SWATTER red, I do a great service to fly.
If nothing changes, over several hundred thousand years man will be too weak
and anemic longer keep an envelope in his hand, or too stupid to use it, while
flies ...
HAVE A NICE DAY !!!!
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