Then; I decide go in front of her,
where she could watch me; these days, she enthusiastically told me that she had discovered the best places in the
village to find out mushroom. She answered me that she wouldn’t say to me the exact
locations of the places of those havens because she knew me and I was
dangerous. Once time, I was working about the health corruption and a nice and glamorous
politician had innocently asked me about people who was implicated. In those moments I only
had information about the bad actions but it would be later when I should investigate
about names. An example, I explained him: A dark association and a politician had attacked a
doctor with manipulated information.
That politician had enthusiastically
talked me about the good deed and customs.
I was happy, a new time had arrived,
I should believe in politicians and politics.
My nice love always remembered me this
big mistake.
That politician was also corrupt.
He had later destroyed another public institution and my love consequently didn’t
explain those magician cloaks of tasty mushroom.
She was absolutely sure that I
would always break the most sacred locks of silence.
On the one hand, I must sadly
recognize it
On the other hand, finally she has happily
noted that she was waiting. My laptop has stopped. Now, I’m climbing new snow
mountain
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