few days ago I got an email from these to make a wish, repeating a formula and wait for good fortune. Further stated, chickweed, that after doing your phone would ring.
The person who sent it to me is someone who appreciated and soon after gave him some jostling in the vain attempt to get him out of the cave:
- Do you rang the phone?
- No, but rang the doorbell. - Smiling triumphantly, the unfortunate.
- But do you really think that will fulfill your desire by this magic?
- We'll see, we'll see. - Held the smile, frank hope.
And the thing is I felt great pity, because as I mentioned appreciation to this person.
This morning I heard on the radio this news (the Macarena out for a walk around Seville clogging the citizens living well). When I passed the anger I was thinking about all the people who attend the beatification. And I felt sorry. The same kind of pity, because I realized that there was no difference between them and the person who sent me the ridiculous email.
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