woke with rare vibrations. The air transmitting invisible particles of concern, they felt like tiny crystals of snow hitting the head.
Pavarotti my finch to fly home every morning brightened my bathroom with several tunes, was deaf and dumb at the same time.
Desdramaticé the situation by blaming it on a domestic phenomenon easily explained, and began the ritual nice breakfast.
The real revolution came from the hand of the nearest objects ... cupcakes had hardened inexplicably open milk the previous day on its surface a spot suspicious odor, and sugar (because it put "sugar") was salt.
Something in the environment that was unruly, wayward, weird balls.
tried not to lose your temper. I put the TV in the hope that was from me or at least give some logical explanation of what was happening. Emissions were canceled, the unit was on but inanimate. Under the circumstances should not go out. Wait a turn, a sign that everything was back to normal, and remember it as a bad dream.
The minutes seemed like hours, the world was stopped, even a slight perceived absence of gravity. Anxiety to recover the mechanical, regular, daily, press or radio show, it all became a vital necessity.
resorted to the Internet as an emergency solution, hoping that my latest purchase comes with 2 5 GHz Intel processors and 48 GB. RAM, give me full satisfaction and repaired more than the chaotic and eventful morning.
The glare screen lit up and I saw reflected in it. Next to me stood a text that could not read clearly, like a blurred message. A finger ripped the air with random movements directed from the bottom of the PC:
- "It's your goodbye, undressed of your costume, because the show is over. Mourn the loss and start over again from the helplessness and anonymity. Weep like children, as only the absence of capital sins you redeem both rhetoric and inconsistent story "
night The morning was quiet and the pixelated text was taking focus, to appear neat as a sentence in the bottom of the screen. From him, I only had time to take this blurry photo:
disintegrated after me and me all my rhetoric and inconsistent stories. 
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