When I saw what happened to my video camera, my face was probably a poem.
And it is that:
There was the video camera on top of the PC.
The printer on top of a chair,
connected to the computer
with a cable USB.
And because I am sometimes clumsy and absent-minded
and I usually have my head somewhere else,
absent,
I tripped
over the cable USB.
Noise!
Thunder!
And cold sweat!
Something fell off,
but I still don’t know what.
I was saved,
I kept my balance
and looked around me.
Something fell off,
the PC tower collapsed.
It could have been worse.
Nothing seems to have broken.
The video camera … I didn’t even remember.
The printer is still in its chair,
the USB cable,
I disconnected it.
I alleviate my grief
I grab the PC tower
I put it on the desk
and for that I don’t know what!
I looked at the floor
Cold sweat
Something fell off
The PC tower collapsed
And the video camera …
The camera … flew
and under the tower he went.
Cold sweat.
Eyes like saucers.
Contained breathing.
Tension in the interior.
Disconsolation.
PS: The camera is now in good hands, until it returns to mine.
I make things and I break things. I like to think that I make more than break.