Fernando Mexia, the pen.

Queues are a torture unnatural contrary to our most primal instincts. A queue one learns to force as a result of living in society. It is a way to keep us asfixiemos each other with plastic bags so swollen with anger being the first to pay business amidst the din; no mistake, the world governing purchases every man for himself. The lines show the way forward in the tumult.

The tails are made, period. Everyone knows that, even those who do not respect them. Is the sublimation of customary law, that it becomes law customs. Indeed, it is a sign of the degree of citizenship of a country. The more developed, the better are the queues. You go to Japan and see what I speak. The picaresque, affectionately referred to the phenomenon of the nerve, there is something that we should feel proud as Spanish however good the story of Lazarillo de Tormes, is endemic to suffer those who believe in social harmony. Read the rest of this entry »