Tuesday, October 14, 2008

What Is Myammee Doing Now

A dinner with the usual faces


The sky often changes appearance this season in the world above the sky of asphalt. The uncertainty is natural, not surprised there. And it is as if, despite human efforts to compose a social order, and finally artificial artificial, nature is reclaiming its chaotic development in what does not belong. The order falls apart in the precariousness and insecurity, losing the daily safety reports of any kind. And it is almost absurd to think that something you can say 'unlimited' provide security. And indeed so, do you always feel attached to a kick ass. It is even more strange, therefore, to say that those high school classmates have not changed. But one can really say, at least for those who were there for dinner last Friday. And Michael (McCain), to which a few days after a child is born, said it was as if we had found after a month's holiday, reopening the school, now unfettered and without embarrassment to tell us what we had together.
Lily And this time the stories had them and have heard far from the network. And the stories they knew to China, television sets and two hours of door to children who read books and fathers who wish to be Joiners each time they enter the office, partisan battles to tell their students as in the theater, daughters that emerge out of fifteen days (allowing moon), who are married to sisters dressed in white and they move almost in Mexico, company cars that come apart going / coming to / from Milan, you do so the snail Bunch @ of mothers who teach their daughters to get on the chair to be self-reliant and take on their own things that are in high, Roma and choose to live there because yes, a tomboyish girl with golden curls of beautiful, every time I see someone in tobacco. I was there and I'm the librarian because I have a new home and a cat. I do not paint anymore because there is bell. Drawing a bit 'and I write. Even on this blog. We are here and we will resist, because we have not changed.
And Lily, for an evening, was no longer a ghost.

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