When a company closes at home and all the senses light up like flares. Years of routine work they had dimmed and suddenly, hey, what do I see, my colleagues. Almost ex. Now I see them better. Now we are going to say goodbye. But how is this possible? Perhaps
know.
We are at a show, an exhibition. Paintings everywhere, I do not know if I give the idea. A lot of people from around the works with intelligent air and the muscles toned enough to hold a glass of Spritz. What a bore all 'these paintings, I am exhausted, but who said they are masterpieces? I seem to be the usual scabs!
And why's that? On the wall the mark of a painting. Someone took him away. It could be the most beautiful picture of the world. I want to see it! Where did you put it? I know, I know, I said that modern art has bored me, but ... where is that picture? I want to see.
I miss him already.
I feel a little 'alone.
Colleagues: For years together, and running, always on the piece. And now that the piece is broken, we go down and, gentlemen, let's get back people. The metamorphosis is almost instantaneous and wind. In the last few days together I think we stare as aliens, because we look like human beings. Before
rule to be reborn: burst.
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