DIALOGUE WITH COLD ...
Oh shit ... You see me now, but I was not always so!
- And how have you been?
- Different, very different. I had courage to sell, they face the world head on and we always put his face in whatever I did.
- Then what happened?
- I do not know, I honestly do not know. Something has to be successful, you're right, but I can not figure out what.
- Well, everyone changes over time.
- Maybe that's the point, time. Even if you do not do anything as if I were clay plasma, we model, but should not have a great talent, because they are just a few things he does well. I, for one, I think I was some kind of test, an attempt, perhaps a draft.
- You also need luck ...
- No, I think it is a matter of time or luck. It is probably the case, the chaos that governs the things of life, to overcome which we anxiously when we are born until the last breath. That means that you exhausting!
- Now what would you do?
- You must tell me what you can do.
- Not much, I think.
- So what is served my time?
- Maybe someone else to get better ... maybe.
- ... in fact this is a draft; nice consolation, no doubt about it. I do not know why even waste time talking to you, that not even know you.
- Why you can not do without it, sooner or later everybody has to talk to me, that's how it works, and it is not true that I do not know, we we met, I have passed by many times when, as you say, faces the world of his chest. You heard me, but I saw it, because I have to make note, you really dare to sell and you know, who is not afraid to die dies once. Even that one time, however, arrives, and with her I'm coming.
- A few years ago I would have kicked ass!
- Let's say that you could try.
- We'd also managed, I assure you.
- I do not think they tried many, but none succeeds. It is not so easy.
- you can simply let it get with an old, eh? However, I'm not coming with you.
- You are stubborn, I've always been and that I love you. In spite of everything I like you.
- You however if you are hated.
- I know, generally do not like me, find me a cool guy ... and I can not blame him. I just do my job. But you I like you, really, and I want to give you a gift. Mind you, it is not my habit, so try to appreciate it.
- The best gift would be nice if you would go away and you did not see any more!
- I can not, you know. What I can give you and how to choose. The how, not when. The when is now.
- You have a face that I do not like, you're not kidding, right?
- Do not joke ever.
- Will it hurt?
- No.
- So I want to sleep, close your eyes and review the principle of things, to relive them, to feel strong for the last time, hear the voices and the smells of my life, the warmth of those who accompanied me, who I loved and who, perhaps, I will cry. Let me try this and then, fuck off, you can take me anywhere. I will not do stories.
- All right. Now go to sleep, soon we will have to go. Do not hate me, I'm only doing my job.