"How dare you!"
"How dare I what, Sister Alice? Question your commitment to the struggle in public?"
"Oh, is that what you were doing? 'Questioning' my commitment to the struggle? Let me tell you something, oh judge and jury..."
"Listen, Alice..."
Pause.
"Well, this is awkward..."
"I don't suppose there were any instructions on what to do now?"
"Hey, it's as much your gig as it is mine. We're the two best..."
"That's why I criticized you..."
"It... it hurt..."
"I know..."
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cada nuevo correo una sorpresa
casi nunca una genial
mas bien rutina aleatoria
y sin embargo
cada correo una sorpresa
cada correo un correr a chequear
a ver el remitente
el contenido
cada una de las letras que forman el mensaje secreto
aun en el spam
especialmente en el spam
la posibilidad de descubrir en cada correo nuevo una verdad universal
y perderla por falta de interes
por rutina aleatoria
por desconfianza a causa de las fuentes
y en ocasion por enamorarse del mensaje superficial
de las lineas que sostienen a las entre
del papel o el grafito
de la letra o la estampilla
y nunca la entre
esa que secretamente ponen funcionarios de alguna institucion en toda correspondencia
desesperados por contar lo que saben
lo que creen saber
lo que quieren saber
la esperanza de una raza en un codigo siempre canviante
que vive y evoluciona
y quiere que lo vea todo el mundo
todos menos el superior de su creador
porque el lo destruiria
o lo demandaria
o lo meteria en una institucion mental
o en el area 54
y alli se acabo
el final de un codigo perfecto que queria ser descubierto como una mesonera californiana
que queria ser
y que siempre será en nuestros corazones
and just in case google says:
each new mail a surprise
almost never a brilliant one
rather random routine
and nevertheless each mail a surprise
each mail to run to check
to see the sender
the content
each one of the letters that form the secret message
even in the Spam
specially in the Spam
the possibility of discovering in each new mail a universal truth
and to lose it by lack of interest
by random routine
by distrust because of the sources
and in occasion by falling in love with the superficial message
of the lines that maintain the between
of the paper or graphite
of the letter or the stamp
and never that between that secretly puts civil employees of some institution in all correspondence
desperate to tell what they know
what they think to know
what they want to know
the hope of a race in a always changing code
that lives and it evolves
and wants to be seen by everybody
all except the superior of its creator
because she would destroy it
or demand it
or she would put it in a mental institution
or in area 54
and then the end of a perfect code that wanted to be discovered like a Californian waitress
that wanted to be
and that always will be in our hearts
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