The afternoon nap that all doctors now advise, "the pennica" as it is called in Rome, it's obviously a luxury. The rule would be to stop more than twenty minutes after lunch every day. But often it is in the gym at that hour to dispose of the shanks with porcini of the season last night. But on Saturdays and Sundays, no, I'm saved, and we can recover, even breached the 20 minutes required in those long afternoons, maybe it's raining outside, with the atmosphere of the village on Saturday that even today, after 180 years from that 'chilling thought of Leopardi, we are pressed. To avoid unpleasant incidents, here are some little rule to observe. First light. Close all blinds, shutters, doors, windows everything. Otherwise, once you try to sleep you should get your hands before his face to pretend that this glow was not disturb us and that instead there is very bad: the crack of light that seemed so small and had made us think "they are not I see it "as soon as we lie with the plaid, it becomes a beam saber that not even Star Wars. With your hands then try to create a curtain to protect his eyes, but just let us get drowned in a sea of \u200b\u200bwater vapor produced by letting us find our breath all wet. Second rule: go to the bathroom before. Nothing happens to lie, but as soon as we feel that feeling of 'hit', dizzy, faint and slow that above the yield, that's a pin prick us, and a little voice says, "go to the bathroom, or else do not you relax ...". Another, our, he replied: "Nah, I can do ... a few seconds and go away ". But comes another pinprick stronger, distracting from the search for sleep, and whoever curses you beat it in the bathroom! Third rule: a square blanket regulation. BEWARE THE PILE, from the cover of your small child, you forgot the dressing gown on the chair thinking, "so I'm not cold ...". In fact, when looking yourself in the embrace of Morpheus, in fact at home goes a seal sarcastically applauding the idea. The cover, following our sprawls, always leaves some of us out of security and then the ice takes possession of the body, from toes to the legs to the trunk, up the arms and hands, now reduced to stalagmites. We wake, if we had stayed despite the tremors due to frostbite, with the beginnings of a cold and a bit of a sore throat. Fourth rule: detach phone and home phone. It could only call a joint any: grandmother, aunt, mother, cousin, who had not heard for years, the Montblanc store to tell you that the pen is fixed so ... Salvador Dali said that the peak of sleep the sleep you get with a silver spoon in his hand. When, at the time dell'abbiocco, the arm will drop the spoon waking, sleep, and we will end up, according to him, we will be nice rest. In fact, Dali is dead.
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