235. I DO NOT SPEAK OF SUPERMARKETS I entered the store 444 and in the act, I was thrust from all sides by a light so white my eyes narrowed in pain. With great difficulty I went to the area where I was selling toys and patitiesa to distinguish a large stuffed rabbit I glanced and jumped to other shelves with natural agility of its kind. As was already blinded by the light, to see this animal, I was reminded of Alice in Wonderland, a character who always wanted to know and had done only piecemeal. Then I said: "Am I crazy or am I dreaming?"
Curiosity led me to follow the animal and one of his ears fell to the right with some humorous tenderness, I thought it was a good omen, but quickly slipped between towers of cookies on offer. I followed as I could, pushing my car to the shop as fast as I could. Finally I discovered when I opened the door of a refrigerator and got into it, move that almost cost him his tail. Disappeared there and I stared open-mouthed, not knowing what to do. After my hesitation made me lose time, I decided to follow him and opened the door with the good fortune to enter because my height is adjusted, as if by magic, the size of the refrigerator where I met with a cold, but pleasant and darkness forced me to grope. I pushed the bottom of the appliance and fell down a tunnel to a lobby where I realized that my size was relatively small. When it appeared I received a parrot with exaggerated eloquence samples, I discovered that we were of similar height and then I said, in a way that should follow. We climbed a marble staircase and started listening to whispers. Upon reaching the summit, there appeared a huge amphitheater with a grand stage. The parrot, who was my guide, I left in the company of a monkey who picked me up in the air and led me to a most amazing he had seen. There, the host introduced me as the new promise: Lady America. All I applauded wildly as the musicians began to play with their instruments and I had to sing what I came out or die of shame. I sang until he was exhausted and felt like I threw-in the style of rock stars on the audience made up of strange characters. It was then that I began to awaken from the noise that stunned me. The public, in this case the client's super surprised around me muttering "my show", which was not precisely that of a pop singer or rock or other gender. Unfortunately I was not on the hands of thousands of my fans but intertwined in a pile of merchandise and ruined a freezer (1 st prize of a coupon promotion) I crushed his head.
came to my rescue a team of medical emergencies and led me to the nearest clinic.
Today, with my head crowned with a turban of bandages and a leg up due to a fracture of the femur. As I have enough time to rest and heal my battered body, I started reading "Alice in Wonderland" to escape my nightmares pseudoliterarias.
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Marta Alicia Pereyra
Mortars, 04/10/1918
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