Maca And Gastroparesis

The city of others.




We ate on the ground - the sour cream and the food as if the Russians did terribly cold outside.
None - if in doubt that it was not so cold - it came out.
I wake up and find the kitchen and the sun was distraught that cuts the glass blinds and screens. When the sun returns to Milan after a long time, treat him like a father that never happened: the parties do when you see him open the door and look for a place to rest your bags with presents, but dens in a special resentment - and swear that, at the right time, do not forget the days spent waiting for him.
For now, let us set aside and let something shine.
It may be that drunk by the light, you find yourself thinking that the city is actually yours. What
sidewalks, parks, registry offices, the median, the courtyards of the houses, swimming pools and trails of red earth, churches and bridges, you relate to - the faces on billboards and promise wink tell the truth.
forget that you are allowed only in transit slots between the buildings, dodging bodies and shit and traps for cyclists, forget that none of those buildings is yours, and you do not know anyone who has a mansion, forget the parks - which now Dew does seem moved - close as any shopping center, and left to right cross and lie down.
I go out of my house and I leave behind me thinking that this is not my house is a gray building in the hands of a family that controls the gray dozens of others and asks me money every month to let me be in there when the night comes.
And looking around I see only gray building in the hands of banks, insurance companies and a few other families who only know each other.
Those that I know I struggle a lifetime to have a few square meters of tiles within those buildings, and try to stay together and shed blood for generations to faceless lenders.
The city, after all, is not for everyone.
It is certainly not our (whoever we are).
It's sunny, I agree, and today I'll make you smile so big when you meet.
But remember that if one day I do not understand something, it will be because I could no longer visit the silent world of others.