Just enter the subway car from the hustle of the office, the sleep that still wets the eyes and eyelids weights (perhaps in the hope of some other piece of that dream is interrupted by the clock) and the push of one who always forgets to bring a suitcase, a huge backpack on his shoulders or even his body, almost like a foreign object or undeserved weight, here comes suddenly to my nostrils the strong smell of sweat and acid stain, nauseating, murderess, but too late, the bell has already sounded shrill and the doors are closed is part, and our thoughts turn immediately to the next stop to change the truck, for escape from that trap, survive the stench that already have stunned more than one passenger, woke up in a grimace of pain.
Then throw your gaze from the masks of every diver in the morning and reading, those who look in the reflection of the window and who continues to set the shoes almost daily showed the answer to the doubts, you can not understand who the source of the deadly essence here is that basically when you see a girl crying , it is not cool, not something in the eye, crying, really, and I'm sorry , even if you do not know, even if he was crying for having committed the gravest of crimes or only to not find her size jeans in the storm of fiscal years beginning: I'm sorry, because I'm crying.
And you make us realize what is an unfortunate drop of sweat, makes you almost penalty, which is basically like a tear of emotion is the product of an effort, a fright, but not There is no comparison: the tears have already been praised more than a thousand songs, mostly rhyming poems and unforgettable scenes of films and photographs, there are those who would kiss a tear Gripping his beloved, and who would l & # 39; main ingredient of a prodigious spell, but nothing to sweat , the nothing, not even a joke, even among fools. Yet the drop of sweat is there, when you run for your beloved will not be late, not to let it wait and maybe disappoint you, the sweat is there when you find yourself in an embrace and love the night gallops between senses and desires, the sweat is always there when times are most important when the interview six excited and can not keep his arm. The sweat is then present in the crucial moments of our existence, it is there for you to join us but unfortunately there is no recognition. The drop of sweat is more important then a tear, but there is no one to cuddle with, and yet another victim of her own company of appearance, which is fulfilled to cover the natural signals than that in mammals is also non-verbal communication, through the smells. And the problem is just that: the drip of sweat stinks stinks and where there is no poetry.
When the car stops again, for the arrival at the bus stop as we expect, almost you please go away and leave that drop of sweat without fame, but then a bad taste in my mouth and nostrils disoriented win early sorrow and run away, run away without looking back. It will be some things that smell the sweat - you think - in 2011 AD, a signal is no longer secular evolution, the sweat will be pissed off black and stink and will continue to stink until someone will make protagonist weaving songs and praise. In the meantime, we have to escape.
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