Once upon a time, in a time that now seems far away, a nice group of people who spent his days dancing, singing, making love cosmically kissed by the sun. And they lived happily ever after. History would baptize them, the "Love Generation". Yes, those were the years yearned for by everyone who lived them, to make love not war ... The years of the flowers in her hair, bare feet, as we are all friends of the Snorks ... We say that made merry great! Tune with the Universe without the use of a satellite around the world and not bothering to take the Tom Tom.
The story, which apparently really like to give names to all, has produced a new term for our time, that has found a name for us. Basically we are a part of the i-generation, and you know Why? Doing everything with the same brush, we "ig", not take a step without our i-Pod i-to-date Thunes, buffered at traffic lights because they distracted to consult our i-Phone, sabotage our good old newsagent because now on I only read-Pad - "No no, I now use only the i-Mac, it stops and does not take viruses and ---".
Pedro .. iiii Siervo me a nap! I set the lid!
And the smell of books? Certainly provide us with those most painful nicks with the paper, but the smell of books? And that tone that give us reading them with glasses and his legs crossed? And, farewell walking hand in hand, romance gives way to the i-Phone, the hands are busy doing other things, like download new App.
Some things would have been a little different:
Jack:-Do you trust me?
Rose, "What? Sorry you can repeat? I had the i-Pod too high!
you imagine if we lost the scene of Raoul Bova coming out of the water with the background music turuturutu tutu, oh oh, because we had the nose between your Mac and Pad?
Let us not miss the salt of the small things every day, so tranqui this type of salt does not make you fat!
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