Gossip and the world

 

    Maricota, one of those old women who make us swer that eternity has finally been discovered, has long been part of the landscape from the huge window of tha hovel right there in the central square, where the small town's mother church was also located. It's hard to walk past such a place without noticing the old lady's wrinkled presence. In fact, Maricota also captured everything around her and, what was not within the reach of her blurred vision, she simply glimpsed. So much so that she had a reputation as a gossip. Such a situation was precisely the subject of those two, who were passing on the sidewalk, almost in front of Maricota's house. While one had not turned 30, the other was almost in tune with the elderly woman.

_ This old woman has a tongue bigger than an anteater's!

_ Maybe you still haven't noticed something fundamental in the history of humanity, my boy.

The young man, silent and with that deserted face of wisdom, awaited the end of all that suspense, bordering on the artistic, of the old man.

_ The driving force of the world is gossip! Without it, we would still be in cave times!