"Ridicule is the element dynamic, creative and innovative of all consciousness that wants to live and to experience the living. (...) The ephemeral is all perfect, any ideas well expressed, defined, as shown sound and true "Mircea Eliade
Women: Why Why?
Man: Sorry! I have not heard it
M: Why?
H: Oh! Yes, he said why
M: That's
H: What to do
M: The why
H: That's right, I forgot
M: What did you say?
H: That I have forgotten
M: What?
H: What you asked me
M: Why?
H: I do not know
M: why not have forgotten it, but why?
H: Sure, that's what I wondered all this time
M: Of course
H: Why?
M: What's what I looked
strange, as if I were crazy. Simply, she got up settling the folds of her dress and walked to the railing where were the squirrels. Why?, "She whispered. Indeed, it was rare chick. I was a little scary, but not for running out of there. I smoked a cigarette to soothe cold and was starting to abstracted by a thought, did not notice when he was gone. It was early enough to be night and did not want to go home, so I walked to the subway station, had to spend about five stops to get off on "The Trade" and from there walked about eight blocks to reach a bar that had been for some time with a friend who I have not seen since. I guess, still live I will say, is called Juan. He is one of those guys who never want to let go when you listen to talk, yes he's smart. Not for nothing from those who pose for intellectual and pretend to know about something that really did not even know existed until then. How I hate these people, causing me to drop them to death to see if they let such stupidity. When I entered the bar I noticed that John was not, he kept hoping to meet them and have a sensible conversation. I sat at the bar and ordered a whiskey on the rocks, I suddenly felt like a idiot for sitting there just to drink, so I started to drink a glass after another until his head gave me no more. I did not realize what time he started thinking about the conversation (if you can call it that) I had with that girl so strange. I was about to leave when I saw it first I thought it was a hallucination because he was not looked much, looked different, more beautiful, but ultimately it was her. I hesitated to approach her and she was not alone, was accompanied by a boy, maybe your boyfriend or partner that night. But I ended up deciding to speak. Now, I think it was idiotic to have done, but at that moment I did not believe so. I surprised her from behind, gave a little jump almost imperceptible, he said, "Why?, Now I understand, I have everything clear. She turned and looked at me all puzzled: - Sorry, but I do not know what you're talking, do not even know him. - The park, now in the afternoon. The question ... Why? - Sorry, but I do not understand. He's drunk, you better retire. I took the arm I think with some strength and said, Why?, That's what you asked me in the afternoon, at that time but now I do not understand. I understand, I swear, yes indeed. She was frightened and the boy released who accompanied me that I threatened to long or else he would lead me a beating. I think I must have been stupid because that guy gave a single punch that left me half unconscious, I remember that I came to terms with one hand on the face and the other on the wall. Say a few steps and leaned back for a few seconds against a pillar to recover from the pain and drunkenness. After that I walked to my house, nothing else matters.
