Private enema # 3

Report of a Sündäy


Ah...the mörning amaneció foggy again, and I jumped over the street
in the corner there was something: what it was? A sack full of sweet potatos, a robot, a pile of old newspapers, an Ewok?

Walking de coté, I came close enough to see: it was an anile woman, an old shit cara de culo; she looked at me in the eye: her stare was roasting my brain, I walked slightly away: 3 steps, she wrapped herself with her cape of Wonder Woman, and flied away, like a missile air-air?
Didn't know there were people like this here.



II) "Gonna decapitate you with a fucking shaving razor Gillette standard"


Walking on again, some blocks away I see a rastafarian busker playing a small cornet, I come an' say:
-"Hola broder, what's up"

then he extracts a switchblade from his rucksack and says:
-"Gimme all the monei and the food or kiss your butt goodbay"

In attack of irrational indignatïon I insult him:
-"Inadecuada basura, eh gato, la concha de tu madre en tanga"

He didn't understand what I said, I think he was Ukraino-Bolgoro: I escaped running slowly.



III) "The demented retired ones of Gijón"


3 blocks away is the park "Plaza d'Europa" always full of retired old people with their mouths wide open like lizards waiting for the death under the sun: a turmoil happened with something there, a buzz, a hum, a rattle: the noise became terrible: what the fuck was goin' on?

It was a demented old lady feeding the seagulls; it was like a white mountain of enraged seagulls around this poor granny; she was about to be devoured by the birds: the whole scene was alarming, dantesque, until the police came making the seagulls fly away by means of powerful ventilators.