Saturday, August 28, 2010

Groping On The Train Movies

Smile of the pocket::

was the prettiest girl among all the local supermarket cashiers. His face always seemed to me someone but I never knew to whom. Works diligently, but without much spirit and is always serious. ESRO I never particularly liked because it is not itself a face that seem sad and apathetic. And another thing I hate since I look at it is failing to make her smile even when greeting when passing through the box with a smile from ear to ear, apparently nobody is capable of doing.

But yesterday ... August 27 ...
I was the next in line of the box. My purchase: chocolate biscuits to kill hunger in the rest of the library, and Tao Tao. A co-worker, the head box, approached her from behind and a hand on his shoulder, whispered in her ear. My cashier rolled her eyes wide and smiled at the ceiling I could not believe it! His eyes were flooded with a special glow and the smile lasted until time to greet me, charge me and say goodbye. I could see his happy face, her eyes sparkle and her beautiful smile. I was the luckiest man in the supermarket, the envy of any customer.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Farmers Insurance Gararage Keeper

An uncomfortable night:


E l weight of my conscience for a possible bad act and the raucous barking Lucas, the damn dog next door, has been a top to reconcile my normal night's sleep. I have not slept comfortably and I thought a live action film of Bruce Willis: anxious, nervous and tense about the outcome of the action. On waking I thought I had stayed a few minutes, eyes heavy as sacks of olives and coarse limbs as a tool of the Paleolithic. The head, their thinking and reasoning were still trying to rest a few seconds.

One concern is the worst company to try to reconcile good sleep. And, as they say, literally heavy, uncomfortable and obtrusive. Seems to move within the head suspended in the fluid of the peace, light and transparent, like a ball inside a globe, with every move in bed. It's more annoying to think about the frustration of your success with that girl you met two weeks ago and thought was the girl of your life, potentially. It occupies more than your thought that the tasks that really must be carried out. And what can fix it? Few things: leaving only time to dissolve impurities or address the issue. I do not know which is worse, so faithful to my approach will act default n keep any grudges, because far from what one might think of me, I know that word. And who would think ... I do not know. I'm not a liar.



One question: is omitting a truth lie? Or fool? And cheating is lying? I no longer know.


Thursday, August 12, 2010

Coleman Bay Side Elite

Brothers::

N UNCA talk about things very interesting and serious, but always they are together are joking. a mysterious cloud surrounds them direct complicity. Make jokes, they hesitate and have fun together without having to be in cups or hanging out. Do not join more than a football point of view very similar, the proximity of their ages and practicing the same sport at the same club. Well, if something else unites them: the blood.


One day, returning to train car, one night in August, the biggest question to you brother:
-Bro, do you intend to get you a driver's license?
"Sure, when you have time to work and save. Although I'd prefer a Vespita to move closer to home and, among other things, going to train without relying on you. Why?
"No, nothing ... is that I like to accompany me, you're by my side.


just talk when they are together in the car, but their relationship is so much confidence and camaraderie that words are unnecessary for comfort.