is not the first time it happens. But never punishment. Usually happens at crucial moments: two or three days before the delivery of something important. To the misfortune of wasting their time in front of a screen inert is added misfortune of not having any copied or uesebé gives the document had been working a few months. The button on the handset does not answer. What's wrong? Are you exhausted? Well, I too sometimes, but not close my eyes and I fall silent. You put dark and opaque, as the dark night of the soul, nothing more. That's not decent. Limps a little earlier, go and complain the burning fever, put on that blue striped wallpaper, squeals, let me know that you're running dry. Step
all night, half awake. Please come back, back, or give me back my page, my bibliography, my footnotes. Ridiculous I know I'm praying to a junk full of keys and buttons impassive gave me a sigh, a little noise, a fluorescent flash, but you do not just want to gobble the transcriptions of handwritten letters, indexes, text analysis scattered in dozens yellow folder.
all night, half awake. Please come back, back, or give me back my page, my bibliography, my footnotes. Ridiculous I know I'm praying to a junk full of keys and buttons impassive gave me a sigh, a little noise, a fluorescent flash, but you do not just want to gobble the transcriptions of handwritten letters, indexes, text analysis scattered in dozens yellow folder.
I count the loss as the general of an army made of soldiers killed in the front. The truth is that my laptop does not save a great novel or a master test. Only imperfect sentences, chapters unfinished, the trail day after day reading, questions and inquiries, some timid muse whispered.
Morning untie daily warnings. "It seems impossible! How not save anywhere else you write?". I drink a glass of water tug that was on the table, but I choked on it, as do all human creatures from time to time.
And I'm half asleep taking stock of what I did not keep the junk full of keys and buttons impassive, things immune to fire, cyclone, war. Among the shades is cast Carmiña phrase " are eternal things, but not the notes, and others that even targeted are nothing. "
Morning untie daily warnings. "It seems impossible! How not save anywhere else you write?". I drink a glass of water tug that was on the table, but I choked on it, as do all human creatures from time to time.
And I'm half asleep taking stock of what I did not keep the junk full of keys and buttons impassive, things immune to fire, cyclone, war. Among the shades is cast Carmiña phrase " are eternal things, but not the notes, and others that even targeted are nothing. "
