Do not ... To me that does not give me raisins (about the "cheese" is well seen.) To be one more in the list of unemployment is not such a bad thing. Much less be seeing the sun from the window of my room, listening to the birds and feeling comes free winter.
Not ...
I prefer that reality utopia full of holes through which my colleagues went sneaking, from morning to night. A few holes where there was not anything there ever. Nothing to smile and feel strange lady of your time. Working among thieves is not creative as you can think. Stealing together, for example, a bit of privacy from that, a piece of that dream, the illusion of the novice or the pleasure that everyone has to look askance at his opponent .... There is a good thing ... no. .
And then there are alternate realities. Yes, those in which you do not live or you are interested in living. That kind of reality that have the clothing worn or tar stains. Something inexplicable. Inconsequential as the day of invisible friends. Yet it is the only day that definitely take communion. Moreover, I encourage all leaders to implement it even in the collective agreement. Rarely is something so naive as true. All are invisible. 
Do not ... Do not fool me by saying that I produce or not produce. Now I am in full factory myself and little to gain with this short article, life seems perfect. Each in his place, said my grandmother. I mine. Dies before lack of oxygen starvation What I can say against that?
And yes ... Of course that black looks black and frightening unemployment in times of crisis. But I like to play with words rather than with numbers. What terrifies is in the "land" just where I get up at least a foot each day, right where all partners are assured of putting the two hands on the neck of another. The word "Crisis" ... begins as any cricket enjoying the heat that overwhelms us. Ie "cri ... cri… cri…” Así pues, el verano es largo pero no eterno.
Que no… Que mi mano está más suelta gracias al adiós de lo que tuvo que haberse ido antes.
Y si…
En la búsqueda del yo apenas caben los otros sobre todo sin roban, roban, roban.
Por todo, tengo el placer de anunciarles que con fecha de ayer me han convertido en número, pero ni indivisible ni primo. Sólo número que siempre se sentirá letra.
Y como nunca fui miedosa a los únicos monstruos que temo son los que yo imagino. Y esos están perfectamente trained when I feel free.
NOT ... The air that I breathe or lend it or sell it.
