The Conversation

The Conversation 


I have talked with my daughter, a while ago.

Now that she has started her studies in Amsterdam, we seem to talk, communicate more than we had had when she was here.
Actually, since we are argumentative, perhaps even quarrelsome both, we clashed while under the same roof.

Here's the benefit of distance for you.
It may even work better this way.

Although I hope I am the only one with this rather difficult personality.
There seems to be always a need to be antagonistic, inflamed by something.

Like now, I write this note next to my other babies, Puccini and Balzac, the red and green and blue and gold respectively macaws, in the garden, sunbathing in the nude, for the garden is protected by vine, while the wind is blowing mildly, the sunshine is gentle, we only have a few days of August left and everything is peaceful, joyful and blissful.

If you are one to be able to enjoy it that is.
For I am concerned with a van near the fence, if not obsessed, at least too preoccupied to make any sense.

Indeed, the van belongs to a company that has been in the news for weeks, maybe a couple of years ago.
It was discovered that they sold large, fabulous perhaps quantities of diluted disinfectant to many hospitals in the country.

It was a huge scandal, for many people died because of the infectious diseases they contracted while the hospitals used the 'disinfectant' that was actually water with a few drops of alcohol...maybe.

Of the dead we need to say only good things...there was a silly saying, in fact they all are ludicrous, which went like that.
The guy who controlled the operation seems to have killed himself, driving straight into a tree...

As for now...I don't know if they still sell the same unbeatable solutions.
But what they have and it is terrible is a dog or two.
That animal is kept on one square meter or so, in a cage.

In the morning, when we jog a bit to the field, to urinate and defecate, that dog goes bananas!
He howls like it's the end of the world.


Actually, come to think of it, it is!
The guy is right!

Look at the Amazon forest.
It's burning like never before.

And they have another idiot in charge there, crazy Bolsanaro.
So this animal may have smelled something!

But his mistress!
I mean, my God!

She doesn't have a fucking heart.
The dog or dogs, once in a while, they have another one there, are left in the sun, in that stupid cage.

Of there is hell, this where she will end up.
But then they would be down there, for the many that have died, infected because their fucked up piss water had no effect on the germs.

Take them to the disappearing Amazon, to work on the fires!