Such minuscule bits of metal, spinning without crashing, are an excellent metaphor for loneliness in "Sputnik, my love "by Haruki Murakami always brilliant.
(Perhaps, in his books, the least he" understood ", is anyway pictures touched me deeply, as the key to store water that falls on the scene Wheel of Fortune, and an unexpected ending and open to many interpretations.)
Yesterday the ruthless severity beat the angular momentum of one of those bits, and become frightened fireball my grandfather, family and acquaintances.
(My grandfather managed ecotourism development in the municipality of Ahuazotepec, cosmocidio place. When you hear the thunder, he assumed that one of the huts had flown that lightning had reached the Tyrolean or some similar misfortune.)
What is metaphor that brilliant piece of burning metal?
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