In the Ashtraies!

On a square, which has alterned circles, sitted on the legs of one of the big circles, the friends are laughing, they talking crazy. Before them, a tree that is falling apart is graving himself to life, the most common parrot choose to follow the ´blanca', playing the ´pinta´.

Every feet of every friend is over arzenic dust. The upcoming presidential elections are discussed, everyone is talking about it, Pancho is talking about how abusive the satellites are and about the corruption of the noses.

Everyone in rage, cotton enters through our nose and we fall as that tree, hanging of the pine insane and colorful. The bunker is stalking us and it seems it has pissed on himself and everyone can see it: Judas has pissed on it! He had drank too much beer... 

Inverted red chair of two and a half legs above four legged red chair above the bad grass.  A long feet forest is stepping on our feet and the purple slides through the legs. Time runs exhaustive, there´re just seconds, it can´t be right, it´s going to be over very soon now and there will be nothing left. A sudden breeze shakes the head off, the arms are trembling and they find support on the legs, that´s how it´s supposed to be.

The sun is light blue colored and the reflex is defeating. The chicks, all pretty and all empty; the guys, all ugly and all dusted with boredom. Everyone´s rotten, everyone´s depressing.