Kephalites.

(This story belongs to "Mad Aunt and the Libertines")

"...As Ah here, almost doin' nothin' for these ugly bugs, Ah observe their behavior. These kephalites are always talkin' 'bout work, work and more work; for sure they want us - the humans - to work for nothin', but they are gettin' the best part of all. They control the Board of Directors, so they control the Statements of it all inside here. But they won't control me, they will not! Ah feel alone in this place, nobody seems to be alike me, not even humans, they also worship the goddess that sits on a diamond throne. But Ah keep on singin' inside me, Ah keep ma voice for maself, for nothin' else but ma friends!!

As Ah leave, my head spins 'round a melody with violins and an orchestra along it all... Ah can see the score leadin' me home and Ah can see my partners followin' me directly to Heaven, from where that song came at first... 'We can be worst' they wrote on the wall with red paint... but we are keepin' the same... we remain as we were born.

- Que vamos a tocar hoy? - said someone. As if I speak Spanish... what a wanker! I speak different languages including the Kephalitean, but not Spanish!
They saw my quavers and semi-quavers in ma head... so they played along with me...
So cool for me at the end of the day..."

A one-night fight.

The present story belongs to the unpublished "A book of music".


My friends and I were meeting right behind the corner to have a couple of beers, those of one litre of pure oil and gasoline to burn out or veins and heart. The little place was at an alley and almost every night we were meeting to talk and spend time together.

One of them appeared with a bottle of rum, that Captain Morgan! And we drank it almost all, but we were already very drunk. Another told me to fight with him as a game... but we all know that what starts like a game ends in disaster.

- You are a boxer. - he said.
- But I'm a girl. - I answered.
- You are older than me...
- You are a man...

We started, though I did not want to do it, and we kept on boxing for a little while having fun..., but suddenly, he punched me right behind my left ear and I got a bleeding wound.

For sure I got angry at him, we were just playing and he hit me strongly. I started looking for him and the rest of the "crew" realized that I was serious and I was goin' to beat him real bad. So they jump over me to stop me and everyone had a punch. I was mad! We kept that way for a long while and I beated most of them, I really looked like a crazy beast looking for its prey, but that's the way I am...

My girlfriend was just looking at me, standing apart and feeling bad. She knew that I was training for boxing and that I was not going to feel "girly" in front of a macho boy who thought he was better just because he was a man. She could understand that. I even bit someone, threw another, punch on the abdomen to any other and screamed like crazy with anger in my eyes.

The police appeared after few minutes, but didn't say anything but "all of you go home". We obeyed, we were not going to argue with the damn police! Apparently, somebody from the neighborhood called them to say that there was a riot in the alley.

After everyone had gone, my girlfriend was upset. She took the rum and threw it away... and as she saw I was still stubborn, she left, barefeet, walking out the alley where my house was. I run after her to stop her, that emo chick! How I love her!

At the end, we fell asleep after a little chat.

That was gonna be my own fight club and they took it from me...