There are facts and phrases that deserve the place number 1 of the podium of the unbearable density of being. Those who say and repeat: I’m bored, I’m bored, I’m going to get bored, that reveal to a / teen in power, in the process of investigating that they do with their existence, going by adding merit out of boxes to the own Dalai lama. But, step, canazo, they do to check my childhood and adolescence. Because I could tell a million times: I’m bored, in an era where the Internet was a futuristic dream, where cartoons in black and white TV lasted an hour in making milk and point, walls I not answered neither by the caps, for example. And nobody, absolutely nobody on this earth, could be responsible for my boredom, because my whole world was absolutely concentrated and busy in their own work and chores, for indoors or outside. With which was essential to resolve it: solita my soul. In contrast to perfect this children and adolescents modernity that refriegan us his boredom by the face, until we decide to do something regard. Hard to shut another of the things that can make the snotty neo of these times is cramming us orders without giving us time to think.
Whereupon, one that continues to insist for advocating that: silence is health, or get fired, ticket in hand, when there are-, to try to satisfy the request, or you plug them all remote controls of electronic pacifiers in the House and one leaves werecat breathe a little free air. When it is oxygenated, again thinking: what cute is the close-knit family, despite everything. Over the hedge they understood that I get up around noon, although they think that I am exaggerating sovereignly and I understand them madrugan; even if included, Saturdays, Sundays, holidays and summer vacations and winter.