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Amid the gray and there's boredom beauty. Sign in tiptoe, caution, to the office. It does so through the window. Dodge makes it architecturally bland that awkward climb over each other, embraced by messy cables for speaker and nuisance. Sign in as a playful and generous lover, eager to eroticize where you can not. Sign smiling and estrola against fat mass of Spam.

I look. She looks at me. I look at him. Still standing at the window. - Yes? - Slipped between my lips.

chew in silence.

I look. She looks at me. I look at him. - All right?

"All tranqui .- responds, still chewing. I do not know what it eats. I do not know if you eat something. Maybe their jaws are so accustomed to eating that repeat the motion even when there is nothing in your mouth.

I look. She looks at me. I look at him. Never leaves. - Is something o. ..?

-Toy

boring. I dream

neck. The body devoid of smallness of Gordo Spam continues to deprive the caress of beauty and now claims to be entertaining above. For me.

lazy

My eyes crawls through the roof. Seeking any links that you stay away for at least a few minutes to let me go to lunch without him. Nothing new comes out in my imagination. My eyes stop there, in that very place where the joke, evil and embrace the invention.

- Did you hear? - I say.

Se acerca, masticando. -¿De?- se interesa. Su aliento me arrima la certeza de que está comiendo un chicle de canela.

-Van a elegir a otro team leader manager.

Sus ojos se abren de par en par. Veo a un niño en ellos. Un niño atrapado en la inmensidad del gordo Spam. Y, ahí, ese niño se emociona. -¿En serio?

-En serio.

-¿Y quién?

-No sé. Están evaluando. ¿No viste que últimamente no me levanto de la silla?- le digo. Pongo cara de taxista creído. Guiño un ojo, incluso. -No por nada, titán. No por nada.

Su rostro adopta una expresión de miedo. Le cuesta unos cuantos segundos, con all those cheeks. But it does eventually. Quick Look around. Nobody with hierarchy is watching over us. Take advantage and be reeling in a hurry to your seat. She sits. Open a working screen. And you get bored, but hopeful. I close my eyes and enjoy again the touch of beauty.

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Two sumo wrestlers roll around on my eyelids. The monitor displays news bland, predictable and yawn pages and annoyance, and urging me to give them more room for fat, for me to resign and close your eyes.

However, I give up. I get up. I go to the kitchen as an octopus clinging to my feet. Sales of its other tentacles are attached to walls and desks, making every step I take. Crawl back in chairs and clerks, to telephones and computers and posters with the objectives of the company.

The imbroglio is locked in the hallway. All stuck there, between the walls, talking or working as if nothing happened. But the octopus does not let go. Nor are released to them. Drag feet with excruciating slowness, and with every step I take Dante to the kitchen is a little more away.

However, I give up. Continuous and beside me dig a well and, escorted by flames and smell of sulfur, leave the devil. I proposed to get rid of my load if I agree to return the company and begin to move up the hierarchy of project leaders, team leaders, managers, team leaders, managers and senior managers. I shake my head and take another step. The Devil will not, however, and still there trying to corrupt me. Ramiro

stops beside me, sipping your coffee. She looks at me. "Mondays are complicated .- says.

I rip an arm and hit him with it until he dies. And laugh. Crazy laugh. Laugh crazy enough to come to me and I admitted to a mental hospital, with outdoor patio and coffee and coffee and coffee. But I crawled into the kitchen that never stops away.

stretched out my hand towards the coffee machine, forever a few meters, as if suddenly could develop jedi skills and distance and then tap the levitating bring the cup to me. And, as we are, we change the taste of that spit acid by brown and taste like coffee. And, as we are, with my powers I attribute the ability to wake up and strip me of octopus and dragged behind the office and the two sumo wrestlers who do not stop wallowing in my eyes and the devil who wants to see me become who hatred and being Ramiro Ramiro.

But no.

am not jedi. And take another step and move farther kitchen and fatigue has me in the palm of your hand. However, I do not surrender. Take another step and then someone else comes in the constant sum of opponents. The Worst of all, perhaps. Yes worse than the devil and even worse than Ramiro. It is a small horse, fat, bald and galley, with a mustache and green suit. Obvious is the Lord. Mr. Obvious says all that is obvious but one, due to fatigue, stupidity or denial, it is impossible to see. Sometimes the Lord Obvious is embodied in our family, our parents, a friend, a teacher or a brother. Sometimes, just presented as the dwarf is unbearable. Because not only shows us what we had before our eyes and we could not see. Rather, he delights in it.

I pointed with his pipe. "When we expect something alien to us, that something external, we solve an uncertainty, we wake up, motivate us, that something never arrives. And the search becomes unbearable.

I look. I pull my arm I have left and, holding it with my teeth, hit him with it until I die. - And how can I not find that thing out and find me? - Say in return.

I look. He smokes his pipe. "It's obvious that you have you answer. I

another step. Drag the entire back office. And the octopus that binds me to it. And sumo wrestlers. And Ramiro. And the Devil. And Mr. Obvious. And now, a response that is not listed. However, I do not surrender.