You do not want to be a fame. Of hope, not to mention, but you do not want to be a fame. One wants to be a cronopio (even without knowing exactly what a cronopio). But you can not just be for only desire. You have cronopio parts but also parts of Fame and hope. And not bad that way. Because even if one loves his watch strainer (or artichoke, is the same) and the unique charm of waiting for its slow passage of hours cenarse leafless for the heart, it's good to remember from time to time that also leaves out eating and other watches are less ephemeral and more accurate. Nor is it good to stop being generous because one of the slime distracts devil and, although one does not want to be famous, one must realize that in times like this, the desire not to be due more to condition cronopio protagonist in a bad quality of fame.
Of course, one also wants to be cronopio for deeper reasons and hidden. You feel an identification with the cronopios and inexplicable sense of belonging, which alone are sufficient, and any further argument will fall on deaf ears. In short, the feeling that one about what is necessary and sufficient condition. You want to be cronopio. You want to be cronopio ... You want to be ... You want ... One ... One ... Two.
Of course, one also wants to be cronopio for deeper reasons and hidden. You feel an identification with the cronopios and inexplicable sense of belonging, which alone are sufficient, and any further argument will fall on deaf ears. In short, the feeling that one about what is necessary and sufficient condition. You want to be cronopio. You want to be cronopio ... You want to be ... You want ... One ... One ... Two.
