The Pajero and the Holy Stone met on the cliff path.

 

Holy Stone, it´s been a while since we last met, how are you Holy Stone?

Good, thanks, and you Pajero, how are you?

Me? I´m fine, like a Pajero. 

Your Christmas?

My Christmas? Alone and stoned with sweets and drinks, still alive, even after falling from that stone wall and almost from the cliff precipice, I´m still up here, alive and kicking and on my path. 

Pajero, did you receive any Christmas gifts? 

From my wife, nome. She has been so busy with her manicure, artworks and fireworks that she doesn´t have time to wrap presents, specially to me, if you know what I mean!?

I understand you, I think!? Pajero... Among the Christmas gifts what gift did you like most to receive?

My children gave me a book. A good thought and idea. I don´t know if I´ll ever read it, I never read a book, but. It´s about a man who spends his time sitting on a roof waiting for his house to build itself and for a cloud to fall from the sky.

Thoughts, ideas and all the good intentions, lacking meaning and the desire to work, to get up from the roof and do something in my life.

Fortunately, the Holy Stone didn't fall on top of the Pajero.

The stone house...