Antonio Porchia
That morning, against all logic , rose as it did in better times, fixed as it used to and went to the supermarket. He was careful to go down the stairs slowly to avoid falling because of the missing steps. Upon leaving, the walk home hurry, their quest was simple, always shopping for victualling his house. It was a task that took pains every fortnight. On those occasions, he would hum softly, bajiiiito, a paragraph of the song sorry Borincano the great composer Rafael Hernandez says "Sale overjoyed with her cargo to the city, oh! for the city. Bring in your thinking, a whole world full of happiness, alas! of happiness. "
Lolita came to Supermarket, lateral to the Tropical Theatre, took a forklift with a radiant smile and giving the good morning began to fill the same with all that was required at home. In this activity, consulting with great interest rates, effective dates, quality of fruit and perishables. Completed its journey, the truck parked between the shelves of the establishment and retired to his residence.
The manager merely observe his departure and while rearranging the groceries, the cashier he rebuked his lack of action in this ritual that is repeated continuously every two weeks. He simply shrugged his shoulders and he repeated: - Do not fret, it is likely that their only common thread with the little sanity that should fit, his only link to the life and had already lost, the farce that is mounted on the supermarket. Who am I to destroy the fiction that keeps your feet still stuck on the ground?
Neither imagined that the lady half composed and thin, was once a senior official of various governments and even the country owed him a significant achievements. However, diminished energy and lost contact, was rejected as defective in factory gear, and therefore, bad living on a meager allowance from social security in a neighborhood forgotten the grace of the gods, being their only sin - as that of all his fellows - to live.
While not believe me, the wind has its ironies and protests (just pay attention). So, seeing her lentito slow walking back home, always whistling, without her noticing, another paragraph of regret Borincano: "Spend the entire morning ... no one wants to buy his load ay! buy your load. Everything, everything is deserted, the town is full of need, alas! of need. "
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