De empleos y parejas

Esto de los empleos y las parejas es un cachondeo: te pasas meses y meses y meses sin nada de nada y de repente te llegan varios a la vez.

Maje me envía este poema de Wendy Cope que ilustra bien la idea:

Bloody men are like bloody buses-
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.

You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You’re trying to read the destinations,
You haven’t much time to decide.

If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you’ll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.

Tiempo ha...

• Me pone la alegría - 2012
• Sabe más el diablo por viejo... - 2003