First day of the holidays
Which What who.Whit weekend
Good
in one week off for a week in France
and a long rest in bed on this Saturday, wonder why it is more relaxing to rest on a Saturday when it is known that there is to be no work on Monday than on just a normal weekend.
Get up, shower, wash the teeth, take the small pill.
Make coffee.
The roses in the glass vase on the table are letting there heads hang now, they never bloomed fully. They are roses that were grown on an industrial scale and given away by a shopping mall for Mothers day. Last week. They are still a deep red, vermelho.
But there structure has decayed, they are dead.
Details escape today, the tinnitus hiss on the right, and iinto the windows the yellow light.
The refrigerator is groaning, all things will come to an end, let us quit the moaning.
And the wife is up, argueing with the son. She says he should stop playing with his friends on the computer, but offers no alternative.
Oh no- these struggles will waste so much time
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