I can not sleep. Neither the city, people in bars, cars double-parked empty with the engine running, lightning against a starry sky, heat and a round moon, gray, dirty, somewhat drunk.
buy cigarettes, light one, I hope like the last one before my execution. And I see her.
"Hello, Mars," he said, gagging her tits shirt, red skirt that barely covers her ass, high heels, dark hair and red lips - what the flying saucer came down, tonight?
"It's hot in this damn planet, to say something, she approached and asked me a cigarette but on me, and suck it like me before.
When I flew out of the atmosphere I said, facing the viewer command deck:
-good thing about being abducted is that your soil does not reach my ovaries, floats, as unattainable dreams.
"The good thing is that if the Martian dust is my star.
To say something, always, not to abjure the infinite.
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