In recent days, evidently bought fireworks. To escort the triumph Argentina on Saturday.
began to be heard, timidly, hours later. Some, at least. Isolated. Dissociated. Wrapped in silence throughout the rest of Saturday and Sunday. Perhaps the lit only by purchasing them. Perhaps, to give encouragement even in failure. Or it might have on the order of celebrating other successes.
By then the joke of a nephew deserved a firecracker.
Having achieved applauded work with a straw.
approve a partial, with a ROMPEPORTONES. Get
department, with stars.
Every time a firework exploded in the quiet of the weekend, someone was happy.
But on Monday has arrived.
And with it, horns and exhaust pipes and motors and speakers and ringtones teamleaders requests and protests and comments about this scandal on television or on such other and horns and more horns. If someone is happy and not listen to him.
I wear headphones so knowing that any joy in the city is quiet. And I go in the elevator as he descends into hell.
And there she is.
Receptionist new. His first day.
I look. Smile. And greets me with the little hand. I go to her and give her a kiss. Her perfume. His eyes. Es His smile. His gaze. Sure. Probably did the same and with 63 employees who did not arrive as late as me. Surely there is nothing special in his greeting. But, anyway, the lunch will go down and buy me some chasquibums to announce my happiness. And that the city try to shut up if you dare.
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