Aquí hay avería

Viti, invaded by drugs, dressed as a guilty sorcerer, in purple and vice, with his hair on fire, has no mouth because he only needs one eye to receive Communion in the tabernacle in the bathroom. He emerges at night dragged by the blonde currents, possessed by the yellow delirium, pathetic in his pathos, he stops for a moment to observe the stars that invent liquids and memories. A single drop clouded his youth, and there he continues to wait for his friends, who have left forever without saying goodbye. "One last party" he says to himself knowing that it will be a lie, and he once again runs through the ellipsis of the corridor that leads to the bathroom, his dark and dirty palace, to light him up with tears.