SIX MONTHS IN BAROQUE

You have been established by us for almost six months. At present, I do not even remember what our agreements were. I will certainly have told you: "For some time we are okay, but then you have to find a place".
And yet here you are still here, with your busy times. You have that problem of which we know, which requires you to wake up several times per night. And you have to pull yourself up, because lying down you can't stand there. So in a moment we are all awake.

But perhaps you don't even notice it. You are a male, I know, you are not easy to understand the consequences of your actions, convinced as you are that the center of the universe is your thing, between your legs. But I must give you a partial justification for this. Every man on the planet, more or less consciously, carries himself within this tension.
Alarm everyone, I was saying. Yes, it is one of the disadvantages of living in a few square meters. Let's face it, if you ever decide to accommodate someone. How we did it with you.

Often, it doesn't make any difference whether it's night or day, we hear you blaterare in an incomprehensible way, hiccuping like a drunk bar moscone from head to toe. No, we didn't see you attached to the bottle, but something tells us that you raised your elbow. We look at ourselves, we sigh and promise to bring patience, which is a period and you will soon understand, you will find yourself where to stay.

But until then we will remain in the strait. The bathroom, for example, is one and when you're inside you don't want to be in a hurry. You take it comfortably, careless of us, while you change your dress, wash yourself, when it's okay, do your things.
Only that was it. But the worst are the roars and cracks, which equals a geyser. A sound gas machine. A volcano in eruption. A saucepan of soup with broad beans and beans. Of course, you are not interested in who's around you, even the president or queen.

Like that evening we had guests and you, truuum! With that indifferent face. As we rushed to apologize for you, to explain that you are recently in the city and do not find yourself in certain of our customs.
This long stay with us also has its positive side. When I took you around the city I saw it with different eyes. I have rediscovered forgotten ravines, reconsidered anonymous corners, made sense of squares and streets, historic buildings and monuments. It was like seeing them for the first time, because I saw them with your eyes. Although, I recognise, you did not seem particularly impressed by the history of the city. On the contrary, you are attracted by any objects, advertising posters or parked cars. And I, who was telling me to dissert about the whys and wherefores of urban planning, obtaining nothing but silence with your sly gaze.
But I have explained to you how in this city the first thing you need to know is that with the basics of geometry you can get it almost anywhere. Just learn about straight lines and ninety-degree angles. That there are great avenues as in America and elegant squares as in Paris.

What is as safe as rain on Pasquetta's day is that until you degenerate to learn our language you will not be able to ask for information. And I want to see you coming home, having lost your way at night after wandering around clubs. Surely you, as clever as you are, will make you roam left and right. As in recent months. We had to accompany you even by the doctor, waiting with you to talk to those who waited before us.
Despite these sacrifices of ours, you started making stories at the table yesterday. You didn't like what we had to give you. But here you eat so, my handsome, you must get used to it. From now on nothing more milk than mother's milk, but pappette and grated fruit!