Thursday, September 17, 2009
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Keeping White Coat Clean
How long is it? Michela Murgia
For someone like me who preaches the efficiency, clarity of purpose, the speed, this is a question that returns to the surface, however much you try to drown him like you do with alcohol and with a bad feeling .
much time there before it's too late?
How long is it, and counterpoint, how fast should I go?
Yes, because Speed \u200b\u200bis one of those snacks that you always arrive when you are thirsty time
And then the speed will be good or bad.
Friend or foe?
Because of my olive tree we always put the same time to be born, grow and mature?
taste and ponder this thought as you like with a chocolate. I
melts in your mouth and I am left to wonder if in such scioglievolezza not remain a tough nut to crack at the bottom.
In nature everything has its time.
His speed.
remains the same.
You can pray and despair. Tear the arm and cursing. Cajole the fate and make the pimp. I've always
nine months of gestation.
Sentenced to meet deadlines.
Relieved of responsibility for shortening.
And the fastest sperm?
The peregrine falcon? The fly escapes from
when mortal blow?
Yeah. Speed \u200b\u200bis a byproduct.
A social necessity.
A product of the competition.
That makes you life easier, such as the cheetah or ostrich.
is that sometimes has an account.
I look out the window of the gym. A place
mock slow but masterfully fast.
A temple to the finalization of human endeavor.
Park Renault Kangoo.
car that can be fitted out to carry even a wheelchair.
Like this.
down a woman who leaves everything on the seat.
bag, keys, jacket.
must come down and open the sliding door opposite.
must open the door behind him.
must download a heavy wheelchair in which he attacks the platforms to support the feet of those who will use it.
should take the weight of the adult child now does not move except to make your gaze wander among the scattered and amused.
A look that is a billion kilometers from saunas, weights, diet by fingers.
In a world all its own.
Planet of wheelchairs and mothers tired. Mothers
now smaller than those little girls grew up and still. Mothers
lens.
Constraints to be slow.
What are the speed of the heart.
theirs.
must place the child with a belt and tie because it does not fall.
must put in the bag behind the seat back all that is needed.
A series of objects that do not distinguish and to date I have had the undeserved good fortune not to be used.
must close the car after picking up his things.
Now push.
Push on the sidewalks, between the parked cars and badly cracked cement.
Gilmore slow.
Forced to be slow.
What is the speed of the heart of someone who has parked badly and who does not care to take place in the sidewalk.
is now 20 minutes.
20 minutes just to get out of a car. I feel for that
Women who feel the same admiration for the Dalai Lama.
That kid has had his bit of luck in the midst of hard life.
I do not know how.
pray to God to keep a hand on her head on his shoulder and something happens like that.
20 Minutes.
I've coached.
I finish here.
for today can go fuck even the training.
aired a most important lesson of the channel that you see in the dressing room.
I seemed to understand something.
You run when you can because sometimes you can not.
It runs because today and tomorrow maybe.
It runs because we do not know when or how. It runs because
can also be trained to go slow but not vice versa.
You run not to have to have the regret to say that you were not at least tried.
You run because sooner or later you'll need to slow down, if not for you, for the sake of someone else.
It runs because when your heart calls you to stop.
How long is it?
too little if you're at the window, if you push too much on the sidewalk.
How long is it?
I wonder often.
I wonder often.
For someone like me who preaches the efficiency, clarity of purpose, the speed, this is a question that returns to the surface, however much you try to drown him like you do with alcohol and with a bad feeling .
much time there before it's too late?
How long is it, and counterpoint, how fast should I go?
Yes, because Speed \u200b\u200bis one of those snacks that you always arrive when you are thirsty time
And then the speed will be good or bad.
Friend or foe?
Because of my olive tree we always put the same time to be born, grow and mature?
taste and ponder this thought as you like with a chocolate. I
melts in your mouth and I am left to wonder if in such scioglievolezza not remain a tough nut to crack at the bottom.
In nature everything has its time.
His speed.
remains the same.
You can pray and despair. Tear the arm and cursing. Cajole the fate and make the pimp. I've always
nine months of gestation.
Sentenced to meet deadlines.
Relieved of responsibility for shortening.
And the fastest sperm?
The peregrine falcon? The fly escapes from
when mortal blow?
Yeah. Speed \u200b\u200bis a byproduct.
A social necessity.
A product of the competition.
That makes you life easier, such as the cheetah or ostrich.
is that sometimes has an account.
I look out the window of the gym. A place
mock slow but masterfully fast.
A temple to the finalization of human endeavor.
Park Renault Kangoo.
car that can be fitted out to carry even a wheelchair.
Like this.
down a woman who leaves everything on the seat.
bag, keys, jacket.
must come down and open the sliding door opposite.
must open the door behind him.
must download a heavy wheelchair in which he attacks the platforms to support the feet of those who will use it.
should take the weight of the adult child now does not move except to make your gaze wander among the scattered and amused.
A look that is a billion kilometers from saunas, weights, diet by fingers.
In a world all its own.
Planet of wheelchairs and mothers tired. Mothers
now smaller than those little girls grew up and still. Mothers
lens.
Constraints to be slow.
What are the speed of the heart.
theirs.
must place the child with a belt and tie because it does not fall.
must put in the bag behind the seat back all that is needed.
A series of objects that do not distinguish and to date I have had the undeserved good fortune not to be used.
must close the car after picking up his things.
Now push.
Push on the sidewalks, between the parked cars and badly cracked cement.
Gilmore slow.
Forced to be slow.
What is the speed of the heart of someone who has parked badly and who does not care to take place in the sidewalk.
is now 20 minutes.
20 minutes just to get out of a car. I feel for that
Women who feel the same admiration for the Dalai Lama.
That kid has had his bit of luck in the midst of hard life.
I do not know how.
pray to God to keep a hand on her head on his shoulder and something happens like that.
20 Minutes.
I've coached.
I finish here.
for today can go fuck even the training.
aired a most important lesson of the channel that you see in the dressing room.
I seemed to understand something.
You run when you can because sometimes you can not.
It runs because today and tomorrow maybe.
It runs because we do not know when or how. It runs because
can also be trained to go slow but not vice versa.
You run not to have to have the regret to say that you were not at least tried.
You run because sooner or later you'll need to slow down, if not for you, for the sake of someone else.
It runs because when your heart calls you to stop.
How long is it?
too little if you're at the window, if you push too much on the sidewalk.
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