Quiet and mysterious Every time I realize I'm talking too much, I remember Gafotas Manolito. That child back to my childhood. And of course, as the poor are repeated ad nauseum, I have his words burned into memory.
Something that used to say was that he talked a lot, but had always wanted to be a child quiet and mysterious, and that he had tried, but hey, no way. I have not tried very hard, but the truth is yes I've ever thought about something less. Although soil discard the idea a couple of minutes later. I like too much talking.
Yesterday I went to the doctor because he was about to drown from so much coughing. Maybe I should have stayed home a couple of days when I started to get bad. Instead, I walked around the poles, culminating with a weekend in Madrid and back to the hostel in the rain. And so I stand, only to hear me coughing man turned serious and said, "you for a week so at least, and that if you stay at home warm." I decided it was time to beg for medication a little stronger, that it is Christmas, I have social commitments to attend to, I will not be stuck at home and next Tuesday I'm going to Ljubljana. So between a coughing attack and another, I told a little about how my life would be in the coming days. His response: "Well, come, but bundle up and not talk. Nothing. And see if ..."
quiet and mysterious So I'll be the next day. Will be a tough experience, but hey, that just learn something. There was also a chapter of a children's series, which I will not name because it gives a bit of shame, which dealt with this subject ... the girl was forced to listen to people a season, then was much better person. I'm thinking a booklet to take point my impressions. And the medication I am taking does not stop me drinking. And if you do not speak drink again. This does not happened to Manolito Gafotas.
