Apart Lieutenant Colombo have not seen the faces of other human beings in these two days, as I was plugged into the house to do nothing but sleep and wait until the end of the world. End of the world, as usual, did not come to us from the world of starvation and laziness.
I ate what was in the refrigerator and looked in the pots on the balcony looking for battalions of ants which make war, and I inspected the vase of lilies, to check that every year at this time cavasse out pulpy buds of my favorite flowers. As I always find one more, despite my little care and having to contend the little food in the company of an old land of weeds and clover.
flowers are stubborn and obstinate, their bud is huge, a thick green leather handbag with an elongated shape that has something animal. They stand side by other packages such as giraffes, but instead of the savannah monitor the traffic below, with their long faces and curious.
In a week or more will open up like umbrellas, spreading white petals and fleshy and live a few glorious days of sheer magnificence. Then it is time to bask in the beauty of banality kidnapper of looks, before the heads of the flowers wither, they deflate and turn into a small trunk of dry brown material.
I find them dry at least as beautiful as they bloom. Disappear from the morbid eye, bartering absolute beauty to rest for a whole year under the guise of a repellent form view.
Li unhurried appearance. Without fear of being disappointed, as few other things in the spectrum of my expectations.
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