Sometimes I feel I live a life that is not even on my time that is not mine, I see myself from outside, and I wonder: who the fuck is the individual who observes?
awkward and unhappy, dissatisfied with everything, I see a gray man who walks forward to a second hand sharp timing, and never miss a step proceeds troubled by the fear of losing the rhythm and the hand in the ass like the end of the harpoon Captain Ahab.
day marked by work, by news of a quarter to eight, coffee, office, taxes, illegal immigrants, football Sundays and tortellini. I often wonder what happened to that little boy who dreams in color, I wonder where the battles are over fields with imaginary armies, defeated all their enemies and the wars with colorful plastic toy soldiers that I ever was dying.
Now I see the super hero prisoner of the evil Dr. Malox, Professor Riopan acid and effervescent and ruthless general Geffer, come on, come on, come if you do not want you to enter the golden needle in the ass, and while walking laps on Roman numerals a golden dial is always equal to your life without your favorite hero of a time yourself.
Come on, come only to speak, to judge, to be judged, to discuss that is dead, the other who is horned stock and petrol increases. But what the fuck did you become a little super hero? The obituary of yourself and what happens around you!?
hand yourself unhappy in a world that will coast, amidst the fear and confusion that keeps sales people, that makes you not think that will govern the ban secret of being happy.
Here is three weeks it rains continuously, the attic is leaking all over and I fear that sooner or later the roof will collapse, but now the sky has created a beautiful rainbow and I returned to that man who I was, I saw and I stopped watching it.
The golden hand of seconds that should pierce my butt stopped at a distance from me and nobody died. The sky has created a beautiful rainbow and the boy who dreamed stopped to look at him and I with him, and fuck, if I was fine. For a second I'm back invincible, I defeated Dr. Malox and his cronies, I'm back for a second the hero who kills dozens of enemies, for one second I realized who they are and are already three seconds separating the gold from my hand Butt spotless. I'm not dead, I just stopped, I just broke the balls to chase me a fucking hand, I passed and I sat down to watch a beautiful rainbow.
If ever I have a son in this life or another's explain that the rain on the face is the caress of God, the rainbow her smile. A Storyteller
soon.
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