Sacrifice ... not of theology, of concrete things, the act aimed at obtaining an end, as the end justifies the means, as yet another surrender to the devil and the fate. The full extent of hydro fault, I drag myself on my elbows with my clothes torn to shreds and mind, time consumed and the slow traffic, the hair falls out and gather at my feet, look across the street closed, huge blocks of concrete, I try to look between the cracks, while there is very little to cut into my eyes and now in his disconsolate, I tried an approach to traffic chaos upsets me but are not used to, I guess forced smiles and handshakes, presentations, phone calls, cards and letters, requests reckless. The exercise of power, abuse and insult, ridicule and presumption, chew bitter, I can not help it, I crushed, mocked and humiliated, I read it in your eyes off the cigars and greets me with difficulty climbing stairs, perhaps' wink really means something, I turn around expecting to hear it fall ... are the first day and others will be at most double the gastroprotective that other solutions did not I realize, I did not tell me until the test, the one I would rather avoid, but it is too late and sing the usual bells tolling, always obnoxious to the point of return, harassing, oppressive, exhausting. The desire to cook rolls under your feet and the warm air melts the ice on his back, his granite rock unfading desire, my doubts and misgivings-made pieces and cooked in a lava crater, listening in silence, and the persistent rattle me disperse the ashes.
