Leonardo ... it's a good one!
A man crosses you, the sidewalk is narrow, his figure hits you, you switch into the gutter, the man walks away, mumbling a vague "sorry" ; sorry but it seems it's actually unrelated to your shoes. You continue limping, his left foot soaked, because precisely in this channel, a trickle of brackish water flowing from a sewer.
Driving your car, you trot. You exceed sedan, powerful and dark; the four wheels are driven, the fifth is at the wheel. One of these cartons you on the flip side, your horses tipped into a trough, the guy who cares, he has a permit indestructible: money. Standing beside the road, the cop does not flinch: selective vision, more than nine horses he whistled over. You go up the aisle, your nag flees to the left, the tire had to be messed up in the distance away from the indefatigable
The mall shopper of the month fill the carpet has stopped running. Impassive, waiting for the cashier check and a factotum monitors the workflow. You open your bag, look for the checkbook in the background, the teller took the check without looking at you. Then comes the stage of provisions to store in bags. It is time that you rid the carpet behind the queue lengthens, a young couple eyeing the monotonous sobriety indulgence of your purchases, they are just gone to buy a deodorant ladies and gentleman for twenty four beers. You try hard to take off a rebel bag, the couple smiled: there was no idea of buying so many things! How to store all hope that with just two hands? You look at the factotum: "Could you help me?" It takes a professional air: "Sorry, it's not my job, I supervise the clients. " Then he puffs out his chest and will give some instructions to a mastiff standing, legs apart, leaving the question of cash ... you know where are his prerogatives.
You pack up your commissions as you can: detergent as sugar, coffee vacuum at the top of the cans, and then spaghetti standing, propped up by 'spontex , cloth, and other miseries of domestic life. The cashier who signed a contract with the store equanimity watching you do, plastic mug: it was recommended not to be familiar with customers, but it has not given instructions about her cleavage, then plunging it negotiates in store cans of milk you get a view of two boobs that invite the consumer.
You take the direction of the house. Cons your grid, three black plastic bags are cleverly stashed under a branch. One of them, ripped open by a cat crossing, suggests three Peel potatoes and rotten onions: even the neighbor's garbage ... you have the same bag, same color, same size, impossible to sort your garbage and hers. You have complained to the municipal garbage service: "How do you do to distinguish a black bag from another black bag?" Has launched an employee behind the counter exceeded. The accuracy of the remark short takes you back ... at home, your gaze sweeps the mound bags against a wall, the type is right: the border between radicals and those of your neighbors is burst by the black plastic of which emerges a subtle smell of decay.
At family gatherings, after the football and the dead, comes the turn of the financial crisis, eternal, always acute. A cousin raises the issue of the purse sways: "As you know, my business is fragile and this instability makes me sick."
You occupy a sensitive position where you scan every morning actions that play roller coaster. The cousin said: "It I would have some information to make my arrangements. " You never passed on information of this kind, we do not learn to squeeze between legal and illegal, blurring the border, a similar to border 'sfumatos' paintings of Leonardo da Vinci. But who would dare to mention Leonardo deal with tragedies in the news, these wars, these planes crashing, these pedophiles reoffend, this financial crisis ... the cousin laughs: "Leonardo, it is very good, compared with what Crisis? " You apologize, arguing unfortunate degree in history of art acquired inadvertently, when you do not know the life, it's true ... that diploma that leads you to these digressions, it moreover do you nowhere! Fortunately in the meantime a friend of your uncle has led to the bank where you follow-rated flat screen movements of money. Kinship eyeing you, you pick up confused "I'm not used to deliver such information, the regulation prohibits .."
"Who talking about books? The cousin takes the air had the most fun of his repertoire: "You're happy to give me the wind direction, I employ thirty people, that's thirty families dependent, here we are right in the office you lose sight of the social? Think the benefit of your approach to compatriots who are in penury if I closed my shop. " You are silent, how the interests of compatriots could he escape? The adviser starts over again: "You should make concessions, sometimes the difference between good and bad intention hangs by a thread, can I certify that in this case the intention is very good. " The absolute goodness you were not dropped but the drop point of goodness disappears behind a fog of scholarly unsaid, 'for granted' ruthless calculation that God alone is capable to recognize his own. Again, the 'sfumato' overwhelms you. Your life as an acrobat, oscillates on a tightrope, with exquisite delicacy, translucent to force refined, utterly incapable of deciding interest and that of fellow mobsters, the sincerity of some and the death of civility among the majority. The wire is stretched to breaking, is the condition for you to move forward. But your eyes do not discern plaque that stated at the end. It's too far, it says too little, did you take the right direction? Under your feet, a haze blurring the outlines of houses and people. Men melt into each other, this gives a formless mass whose members emerged in abundance waving black plastic bags: an octopus to inclinations humanoids, haunted by the crisis. You wipe your glasses slowly, always the same image that dwells within you, the warmth behind your forehead and loops that protect, separate from your life by a straight border without smudging, seems so clear that the drawn knife ...
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