These cold days have made me think-bit, then head hurts and it pisses me off, "about the way we carry, and how we finish, unless some aliens decide to invade just today and Mr Market is definitely going to take winds ...
Funny how the same image can lead to different thoughts, even opposing ... in this case, my thinking is that "We can finish how are you cherries."
- As the cherries: Crowded, grouped in bundles, one above the other, limiting our relationships to those we reach with our cherry stem.
- such as cherries, manipulated and exploited by intermediaries, which in our case do not add more value to be those who clean the conscience of the powerful, not fired, but we used his favorite phrase "no longer need of its services, please talk to your company "
- As the cherries, it doomed to be devoured, either rot slowly into our box without a public health service in proper condition to heal.
- such as cherries, completely disoriented, complaining of the company, missing him as they take us out of the pile, feeling panic when we realize that we are going to eat, we are going to grind ... or maybe ...
- perhaps it will be the ornament the cake ... and smile thinking that we still here to stay.
- may end up realizing that we can be similar, but we each have a different flavor. And we do imagine your mouth water.
- Perhaps we become aware that we are beautiful, tasty, bright. And we feel proud of ourselves.
And, although we are not cherries, and even though we are absolutely incapable of creating a society to live up to our ideals, man, "per se" is a creature well done ...
Indeed, cherries, purchased in the Mercado de la Plaza Mayor, were delicious. mmmmmmm
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