... People just do not want to feel alone. I found that they invent the weird activities on Saturday night to that loneliness is shared even with fellow course. I found that the illusion of being really is utopia, why nobody really is or just is. I found that everyone has weaknesses and does not deal with them will not make it go away, but rather accumulate. I also discovered that all marriages have problems, and that all problems have solutions, just do not have a solution that marriages have problems unsolved, that is, marriages where couples do not want to seek a solution. I also found out that all solutions to these problems there is a major factor, one that causes reactions, inhibit controversial actions, listen, advise and love when plausible when it is necessary to make the person feel loved, in this case, I am.
I am the person who is present when the tears roll, when the screams are the only way to listen to someone, that's how the first contact from the phonebook and the last call made on the phone, one that takes the children and seek, and when you need go on the market faces the queue, and when the bank card lock speak to the manager, assistant manager, deputy and such.
In a city of 40,000 inhabitants have 5 school of computer science and technical education. Some people are trained to teach vice century: information technology.
People no longer live without communicating via the Internet.
I mean, between a hug and another there is one minute in the eyes run to the computer screen to see if someone is calling attention to MSN or any other comment you have entered on Orkut, or even a new tweet.
I decided to enter, because writing was done before the computer, a remote time where the letters were anxiously awaited, and today you have a doll holding a tray with an envelope on top saying: "A new message." And the messages spread, saw spam and bulk mail, copies and copies of copies that someone did and another human being forwarded and re-forwarded, and so on.
It is intriguing and overwhelming atmosphere of the home. People move like ants gathering food for the winter. It's a battalion that heads to a single goal: to buy gifts. Wait a few laptops, plasma tvs others expect and fever are the i phones and wi fi and all this paraphernalia that moves the world trade. The meaning of Christmas? The love of neighbor? Jesus Christ? Ascension? Resurrection? Whatever the "n" matches only a single word that moves this season: big present. And the kids want, young people want, they want the adults, the elderly want, and woe that comes with it's souvenir, you better bring it along with a sail of seven days because the prayer will be angry.
I am the person who is present when the tears roll, when the screams are the only way to listen to someone, that's how the first contact from the phonebook and the last call made on the phone, one that takes the children and seek, and when you need go on the market faces the queue, and when the bank card lock speak to the manager, assistant manager, deputy and such.
In a city of 40,000 inhabitants have 5 school of computer science and technical education. Some people are trained to teach vice century: information technology.
People no longer live without communicating via the Internet.
I mean, between a hug and another there is one minute in the eyes run to the computer screen to see if someone is calling attention to MSN or any other comment you have entered on Orkut, or even a new tweet.
I decided to enter, because writing was done before the computer, a remote time where the letters were anxiously awaited, and today you have a doll holding a tray with an envelope on top saying: "A new message." And the messages spread, saw spam and bulk mail, copies and copies of copies that someone did and another human being forwarded and re-forwarded, and so on.
It is intriguing and overwhelming atmosphere of the home. People move like ants gathering food for the winter. It's a battalion that heads to a single goal: to buy gifts. Wait a few laptops, plasma tvs others expect and fever are the i phones and wi fi and all this paraphernalia that moves the world trade. The meaning of Christmas? The love of neighbor? Jesus Christ? Ascension? Resurrection? Whatever the "n" matches only a single word that moves this season: big present. And the kids want, young people want, they want the adults, the elderly want, and woe that comes with it's souvenir, you better bring it along with a sail of seven days because the prayer will be angry.
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