The “ happy hour.”

No more talking around me.

No more noise.

Cars being driven carelessly.

Hearing nonsense.

The scene of an an unattended child being run over by a distracted

driver. Beautiful. The blood all over the pavement by the parking lot…

a Picasso. The imbecile parent claiming justice.

You can not jail stupidity.

So, beautiful evening. You and I. Bring me two, make it three.

Beautiful girls in my dream. White, brown, yellow…

Don’t care. And make sure you are included.

Mmm…mmmm….

Ernesto Onofre