is an endless jam under the downpour of a September night coming into the city, flashing amber lights flash on and cars with white lights illuminate the following red light. It's like if you could choose:
gray Renault Megane: she has a mole on his navel, throwing trash and hates living alone in a caravan mortgaged apartment for life, only recently returned to work as a clerk in a furniture store, had a boyfriend in the town which lasted until last year when he put the horns, her friends say to leave, but yet he dare not, lower the window a bit and pulls the fingers to touch the rain.
Seat Toledo red with a blow to the left: Ramiro called, came to Spain five years ago persuaded by his cousin who worked as a mason, a year later, he brought his wife and three children, for two who are unemployed, recently, alteration from time to time the cottage about grandparents through orange, in the year-end dinner, his cousin told him he had seen his lady another at home, since then sleep badly.
white Fiat Punto: at school called him because he always got angry Strips quickly, Maribel married as they could, then came Hector and then the small, Beatriz, more than two years that do not work a single day, comes home for his in-laws, to ask again money in the bank because she has already called back and we are going gray every time he comes home and all bad faces and the threat of a bitch I'm going to start scrubbing stairs, he replies that he'll do anything, in fact, the phone sounds, is it even though the display is broken, the problem is that it goes or what be.
Among the cars, the rain, aluminum crutches and leg bandaged, called Alex, was born in Romania not long ago, her whole family are beggars, he married last year, when they got to her parents let her come to Spain, living in a shack in an old brewery, do not hate people, smiles with his gold tooth, not curious, his office is that, and now she is pregnant and tomorrow will go to an association of doctors who have been told to find out how you will give birth, it is up to the windows but no one goes out the window today, although he smiles with his gold tooth.
Mercedes C Class 220: not look at the Romanian beggar who knocks at the door, or the maid next car that just makes you look in the gut, or the hot dog next door that has been stopped the car, or the back of the Fiat is arguing loudly on the phone, just listen to Radio National in the rain and see the blue plastic key chain has in his hands, as it has done all day at the dealership where he works he liked her work, in fact, as soon as he left the court with the divorce decree in the head, has gone to work, well, look at that damn keychain an apartment that has had to rent while you fix things.
red Ford Fiesta third generation: she looks at him and wanted to confess to having a mole was not here last night, you would like to have two children, a boy and a girl, you would like one day to travel to America together and cross the ocean on an ocean liner, you do not mind the money, he does not care what their new floor where the bears spend the second night of lovers since they met in the workshop repair, which is love, that you would like to say as he gave her from time to time the windshield, think of the car left in the Mercedes that bears, envy gives.
Text: Álvaro García.
Illustration: Alberto Montt.
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