few days ago when (as often) walking with a companion and friend through the dark, lurid and poorly paved, but beautiful streets of the Republic of michoakanistán, I looked up to see a big sign stuck in a rectangle of metal on a building, the picture was more or less like this:
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Solo was, in short, to see this big stupid grin plywood tracks a coke, immediately I got a feeling of childhood, and sat down for a moment into this atmosphere that stifles children in December, "the magic of Christmas" this was, walking the malls and see the windows full of shit that no need but how they look fabulous and have excited children on the covers for how not to desire? and still remember it, wait a fucking day throughout the year to receive gifts that now that I think were rarely what I ordered, maybe it was my fault for always ask for a Nintendo 64, which my parents could never give me, and if any Once they could, they would not. In fact at the time of this writing I still can not even buy a N64 in the market free, well I'm exaggerating but seriously scrub. Well what I have to say is that feeling that brought the walk through stores like saborns or liverpool, seeing so many things in bundles so pretty and know that nothing that you can buy, but as it is an infant preserved the hope that Santa clos The child god or kings thieves will bring to you that you were a good boy whose only sin was watching pornography before the appropriate age.
Tremenda the child's reaction! lol I'm not so excited when I brought my fabulous Famicom!
Which by the way I like that shit three were burnt to the A / V and as bought from the flea market was expected as the classic "Here did not buy it."
In my opinion, to believe in deities decembrinas should be left to implant in children, the problems it creates are unique and complex. Thinking about why the god of the Christmas presents he had brought things only chingonas to behave like rich kids behave, you should create class consciousness in people, but the reality is that it does not, and as always this damn town people think that poor is because they want the rich is working and hardly noticeable to erase that feeling interior guilt, we must give plastic balls and Chinese barbies to playful. Christmas creates jealousy that the boy next door gave him a little better being that he behaved worse than you, and on top when your parents declassify information that reveals the absence of God decembrinas opens the first of many holes in your heart, that if you did well, now it is worse if a foreign agent without Vaseline comes forward and drops it before you as your parents.
Anyway I already wrote a lot and since I was the goat else wanted to say, this post is very depressing, but it put us these days, but it was good, not just another text about the parties. That certainly happy to take them and remember that this is no time to give and receive goods, but to remember how horrible it is to be welcomed to the family did not want to see.
Happy holidays.
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