moral lessons

He seems to be carrying around a wad of cash or spare clothes in case he goes out at night. Or documents or books. But it is not. She takes morals classes, she takes a few, some skinny, some fat, black, checkered ones, and even the outdated ones. He’s having coffee with a friend and his friend is awesome, boom, takes a moral lesson from him and slaps him. A niece singing for her niece while she eats paella with her family on Sunday becomes a silly, thumping moral lesson, even if it falls for her brother-in-law, dog, cat, butler, butler. for a neighbor or even a passer-by from the center of Socuéllamos, which he passes by on his way to work or to the cinema.

The moralizing gentleman has a moralizing face, a moralizing moustache, and even an outdated outfit that makes him even more predictable and exemplary. But watch out, what sometimes she pretends to be a girl. He once forgot his briefcase along with his moral lessons and nearly had a heart attack despite the fact that it was a wise emergency room nurse who taught him a lesson, but it was the training and professionalism lesson that quickly knocked him down from the podium of arrogance. Maybe he’ll come back today and then I imagine he’s got me in a good mood and I mind his moral lesson, but I keep it so I don’t swallow it, digest it, or assimilate it, or rather pass it on to someone else. another, and therefore less moral lessons, less morals, less ammunition, the desire to impose their own way of life. But I don’t know if I’m too optimistic. Or I have too many morals.