11.- Sweating photograms

Joder that heat, Paca. I already know that to you it affects less to you because you do not have physical form. And I do not talk about the sport, to the bottom and that. I talk about that to the being a species of etéreo being of inner me, then, that that you physically do not sweat. Although I do not doubt that you pass heat. Like the monkey. Very the cocoon not only plays with my keys to leave me in the stairs or the landing, stretching the situation until unsuspected limits of my climb, but that I am going to him to do, is a monkey. Our past, the evolution and mainly is far better that some that are not had like such and that they are worse than such. And that which also.The case, Paca, are that the heat us leaves aplatanados, although are an expression, like so many, that neither the monkey nor I understand. At least I, because the monkey whenever it sees me “aplatanado” watches to me of some forms somewhat rare.Soon lame a banana, I watch myself in the mirror and I face my face and my banana. And by much heat that does I follow without removing to me similar with the banana. Which takes you, my dear Paca. I believe that aplatane goes more with you than with me, but like you I have put name and nonexpensive, not yet I can assert that it is certain. Although, the certain thing is that every time you are related less with me. I have gotten to think that equal you have a mess with the banana and thinking about your feminine condition ( you are it really) then me dá a little jealousy and that. Pienos that is sad to compare itself with a banana, imáginate the sad thing that it must be that a banana raises to you….conscience. At least, he will be yellow, although I do not know that it differentiates must have in the color. What if I say to you, Paca; it is that I am not going to allow that you return with me when your banana, flourishing and now wonderful, even a little green, goes a little, becomes blandito (blandito! eh) and every time goes more and more until being left pachucho and cracks. That irony a banana to crack, surely that it prefers that “they pelen to him”.Mainly not you the commas, because I do not want to think about that my conscience is a little mantis. It gives a little me fear to even think that if you eat to your banana, you cannot get to eat me to me. Remembers the black painting to me of Fault with the beard uncle that that eats an arm of an uncle.It imagines, then, my dear Paca, my situation. The monkey that watches like a a banana on the one hand and my conscience that watches to me with almost cannibal eyes of desire. For one peli of fear, hears.in any case, queía to speak of the title of my blog, but the truth is that a little fear has entered me and I am going to close it so far.And also of hunger. Like a the monkey.

1Jimmy