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S. is a professor in Sales

Sales lessons

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Sales lesson

What are sales- first lesson

“Selling is an instrument of the dealer, to supply a demand using his skills and experience as a resource.  Not only just selling, then, but giving our expertise. You’re not simple merchants, but Knights of the Round table, messengers of the brand- new.

S. give up with his soul

The store of souls

Dancing in the present time

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So what happen when a soul start dancing in the Present? Most of the time it gets more and more grey, it loses value and attention from possible buyer. People with these souls are

Il venditore di anime

The dealer of souls

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The dealer of souls

Why the most strange job, between all jobs?

They call it a job! Working has a sense only if you wake up in the morning angry and tired in the morning. Make the bread or the ham, make the cheese or sell and buy, to weight and using instruments, tools. That is something which makes complete sense to be called a job.

Il valore di un'anima

The value of a soul

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The value of a soul

It would have been a nice ending

It would have been really romantic, a perfect happy ending if only that souls wasn’t so pure. Many times people appreciate stones more than fluffy animals, climbing plants or even other human beings. It seems unbelievable, but I verified myself how people fall in love with small coloured stones. Their value changes as they’re reflection happens to be pure when encountering light. Wars, invasions started and still continue to happen around the world for some greedy hands having the right to be full of shiny stones. It’s really unbelievable. Certainly you will find grey and white rocks, but if you can find it everywhere it doesn’t make any sense to lose your time searching for it. It’s love for rarity. The same kind of love for scarcity you will find when changing subject and speaking about pure souls. How do you determine the value of a soul? It cannot be only the light to make the value arise.

L'anima parla

The soul’s speech

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I’m the soul

Invisible but always there

I am what I am. Put simply, a soul. I never had the faculty to speak, sealed inside this clumsy actor, now a corpse. I’ve never committed a sin or smiled at anyone, I’ve never turned on an engine or pressed piano pedals. I’m a soul and above all, I’m an actor’s soul. Today, everyone reveres his legacy. He was an inspiring creative force; bringing tight smiles soaked with happy dewdrops to fields ploughed by plastic surgeons. You should see yourselves. So occupied with trying to seem contrite, but really you’re just thinking about my essence, eyes void of any expression. Eyes… these eyes were capable of filling audiences with laughter and amazement and causing small, happy teardrops to fall.

I'm a humble pair of shoes

I’m a humble pair of shoes

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I don’t know what it would be, an object maybe kicking and howling in my chest. Does it have a name? If called, will it answer?

Souls (alive)

Chapter I

How they finally found out souls aren’t just born to work the land

I’m a humble pair of shoes

I know, I absolutely know. You’re not going to give any credibility to a humble pair of shoes, even though I can say I’m brand new, as new as a Government its first day after election. Don’t blame the new comer, though. Like every new comer, I’m not really new at all. And I don’t feel out of place when I compare myself with all those other moronic- lost- stitched- damned souls.

Griffondubledore

I'm a humble pair of shoes

I’m a humble pair of shoes

Why don’t I deserve a bit of credit myself? Actually, the fact your’re still here reading is a vote of confidence. And if I’m here, you can bet I’m not the same as all the other shoes. I know how many times you’ve heard this before, but I’m not really the kind of shoes eager to shout out “Griffondubledore!”. I know it’s easier that way, instead of imagining me as a mere case for a roving soul. Therefore, there’s nothing bizarre  about the fact that I feel immediately comfortable in the presence of this tall gentleman with the fashionable moustache. You don’t see it everyday, I must say (fashionable moustache, not tall gentleman). Ask yourself, who’s more nomadic than a salesman?

The man with the shoes

I like him because he’s always walking around, and can charm anyone with his words. Hopping from one foot to the other, he likes to take the tram and is oblivious to status symbols (you know, the kindthat induce you to spend the amount a new frisge would cost to buy a used phone). I think mostly my actual condition, being a pair of shoes, has nothing to do with a divine punishment; one of those castigations typical of celestial manuals with all the universal knowledge. I read those books during my roving around in different worlds. I don’t want to surprise you, but here everyone knows that there is no such thing as double H (Heaven and Hell). Science even convinced theagnostics. They searched deeper and deeper until they really found something. The final entity: the original soul in every human body. And we weight the soul, just for fun. The soul has always been there, but we were too blind, too uneducated to find it. We have since discovered that when the body is dead, it passes from an alive state with a soul to one dead with soul, but just for few seconds.

The passage

You have only few seconds to perform what’s known as “the miracle”. A specially designed apparatus sucks the soul before it goes to waste, disappearing into thin air, like a common gas (story of my life). As soon as the soul is inside the apparatus, it takes on the appeareance of a light. The purity and colour of the light varies, denoting the importance and value of the soul and therefore its rating. Sometimes, rarely, the soul is so attached to the body it’s leaving, that it has a wish to die with it. One example is the case of a famous artist who everyone knows, even the one between you that are less informed about art. A huge guy, you’d never imagine him to be an artist. A boxer maybe, a hulk with a grim look in his eyes which makes you think he’s about to rob you, or worse. On the contrary, he was a comic actor- a kind soul.

That light

If only you’d been there when his soul left his body! The resulting light was capable of making a monk’s soul look dark in comparison. Everyone started to laugh for no particular reason, as though they were under the influence of some euphoric drug. Sometimes the presence of pure souls makes people feel like children. For one fleeting moment the soul gives the sensation of purity to everyone in its presence. And what is more pure than a light, carefree laugh? Then the room became dark and the comic, lying on the bed with closed eyes moved his lips and began speaking:

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Synopsis

Where?

We are in a world not so different from the one you are accustomed to. One where you watch a sunny day (or a grey one) from your window, in a big city (or countryside). A reality in which you dunk cookies in milk and you drink rivers …streams of hot coffee. Nothing would probably catch your attention in this tale, not even the main difference. The main distinction between our world and the one described in this story is that here people don’t want to die. They prefer to send their own unique soul to an administrator, to someone whom easily is going to admire its purity, strength, even post mortem (after death, for not Latinists).

What?

Souls

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