Amandla Mogilevsky, the woman who depressed the Universe

Amandla Mogilevsky is depressed:
the family comes and begs her, "Come Amandla, get out of that bed", and she is just "No, no, no".

Then the next day they return and beg her, "Come on Amandla, come to eat with us, it's noon, we have pitu de caleya & sidrines asturianes", and Amandla: "No, no and no".

Amandla Mogilevsky is depressed since 1.999, because she is enormous, and her size embarrasses her:
she only leaves the bed to go to the bathroom, and she eats in bed

and then the family comes back once again, and begs:

"Oh Amandla, please, come to have a normal dinner with us, we have guiso carrero con porotos & Rhine wine"

and Amandla:

"No, no, no".

And then the family comes back, and begs:

"Amandla, come on, we have a retro party 80's, and we're dancing to Madonna, Wham!, Duran Duran, Tears for Fears, Erasure & A-Ha", and Amandla:

"No, no and no".

So the years went by, as they usually do, and Amandla Mogilevsky -who was embarrassed of her size- kept her stance, and no, and no, and no.





They say that by 2014 or 2015 not only the family, but the neighbors started getting depressed, because of the depression of Amandla Mogilevsky, because the depression is contagious, like the dry cough, the heartfelt laughter or the profound yawn.

Some month later the whole city was depressed
and then the province
and the nation
and then the continent
and then the planet, the Eartf

and then the Universe, including Ronova and nigh planetoyds, and those inhabitants from the most recondite extragalactic nebulae

because everybody went to bed, depressed, and at the most distant solar systems this shock wave of depression arrived, little by little, reaching the most distant corners and alcoves of the espacio.


Today, 8 of April of 2023, while I type these depressed lines from my bed, I'm wondering if Amandla Mogilevsky will get out of her bed, or die once for all, because I want to urinate, and I'm not in the mood to go to the bathroom.



Palabra.