V iene this post inconsequential story that conversation that we sometimes have with a coworker when we go to the id. Normally at this time, often commenting: "Jo killo as the year progresses, we're eating polvorones again. " And in seconds, inside ponder the phrase, and really think " Jo killa, how fast you are going in life. Ná ago subistes you train and you're already half way through. "
And where is the root of all this ?.... because I think, that most of the time we took a rather AVE train suburban and then ... we got before the end of the course and also when, without delay.
We strive to be living in a past, what we did or failed to do, without realizing that it is no longer remedy. We strive to be always thinking about the future, what we will or we will bring ... and of course ... not taste this, the little things that happen to us every minute ... We always go running! Emulating
Machado: "My childhood memories are of a patio outside the walls of Cadiz, specifically a street that has changed, Recreation Street Plaza next to the Tree. It seems unbelievable, I was there only to three years, but I have lived it more present than what I did this morning. Low houses like mine, shared by two families to pay rent, a huge courtyard with trees and a well and a sink to the bottom. My neighbors were a gypsy family who raised fighting cocks and occasionally, someone jumped the fence and gave us the scare.
there in the picture I am in the courtyard. My toys three or four snails pedasssoss of which was coughing competitive racing days and a bunny named "Kiko" who one day disappeared. By the way, coincided with a paella with meat that made the woman from the other couple who lived with us, who were of Alicante. My mother would not eat ... I did not know why?
the afternoon, my mother stood at the barred window with a huge currency and the time it was expected to pass the man who brought the ice cream cone who, knowing my record, I called a "Maricuchi" and I stretched out the hand through the bars and picked up my daily gift ... and the girl was gone. In the evening, the neighbors drew their chairs to cool and the street became a huge gathering until late.
Why do I remember? Because then life sipped, savored and there is more need than now, but also was happy with less. And was not running anywhere, because you had with you was enough.
