already arrived, and is thankfully here again on 31 December at this time his name is 2010, is the day when all we usually change our faces anger, disappointment, concern for others totally different place ourselves hats, necklaces, sunglasses, paste (I do that I pasted from the four years) and armed with trumpets, party blowers, confetti streamers and much we have to send to hell the year just completed.
is the day of the reviews, the TVs we remember all the disasters that have occurred, the famous people who have left us, achievements ... ah ... if the world cup.
politicians' speeches are sweetened, go to like a lot, we promise the best of the best entracomo for the year and can not lie to the century and the millennium have taken the decade. The word market
again acquires its true meaning, she turns to talk of kilos of bream or lamb rather than sovereign debt.
We set new challenges to meet after twelve hours, lose kilos, leaving the snuff to be better, challenges forgotten with the passage of the first hangover of the year.
So well thought out, that is what differentiates the morning of January 1 of the February 7 apart from a huge hangover and perhaps the seventh day be a day of work, absolutely nothing but time it takes us off our masks.
As I'm just a simple caveman and I'm not absolutely nobody to discuss the traditions I join them, I take my horn for parties on the left and another left in my glass of champagne to lift it all of you for the coming year, it will ask itself complete all the calendar dates to repeat a year that comes with the firm intention to hold many more (I hope you are able to hold my pace) if only to joderles the calculation of pensions.
! HAPPY 2011
Virtually