Wednesday... have fish on my feet!

Alvares, Góis. 2010

I know... at this time you must be tired of staring to my feet!
With this extreme temperatures I can only think on getting on nice, clean and fresh water streams...
These last days are killing me... the heat is just more than I can take, I'm sorry!

Dear Boss,
I'm leaving today for a cold and unknown place,
I haven't done much these last days either way!
Please fix the air conditioning and I may consider to return
and work from sun to sun
for the same salary, and with no royalties!
I like being exploited up to the deep of my spinal cord
just can't do it with 35 ºC, in front of the PC
sweating as a sheep running from the wolves.
At this exact momment, I have my feet on the water,
it's cold and clean
and there are fishes eating the dead skin, whose ageing process you were kind
enough to accelerate.
Counting the days to get back to work and get you "on my leg"
all day, making me feel small and ignorant and regreating every day of the miserable life
I'm living.


With my best regards
Rambaldini

Ps. - Just take it from my vacation days and take this opportunity to sue me, and get your hands on the paper work to fire me and leave me "with the hands shaking"...

Beth Gibbons and Rustin Man - Sand river