1. On the bus that brought me this morning to intelligent building where I work I had to see something really scary. I came up and under me, occupying a seat, a child of 6 years-calculation-treated his mother as his mistress, or worse. Everything was going well until the boy, god knows why, started banging on his mom's tits. There were blows, to force Madrazo educated child. The mother held the attacks, saying only: "I'm going to accuse your dad." And the father figure rose before me as being ruthless and cruel father while he was there all the passengers trapped. The boy told his mother was a whore. The mother said she no longer loved him. Then he took his two hands the mother's mouth and moved his lips against her will and said, pretending motherly voice, "I love you" and I came back the urge to vomit the only vodka that I entered the belly last night . And mom took away the hands but the kid insisted on torturing his mother pecking mouth. I sought understanding in the eyes of passengers we surrounded the incident but found only soulless eyes. like a dog. Then the child hugged her mom and told her I loved her and fell asleep. And looked beautiful with the sun barely caressing, like the photograph of a detergent. And I swear I thought I'd tell mamá_ "your child is rude, why does not he throws it out the window" but maybe not. Then comes worse. And then I got scolded for arriving late at the office but it was not my fault, really. Is this fucking endless chain of sorrows and gray and chains dragging me, it's as if the traffic of the city and was a lifestyle. And the boy dreamed of something, I know well what I was dreaming but I'm not going to say.
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