Insomnia

Original: spanish

Originally this text was nonsense. Now it is nonsense translated to English. Enjoy, and if you understand it (or find a serious fuckup in my language) please comment.

I can't sleep. I toss and turn, again and again. I try not to think, I try to think nonsense. I can't. Everything makes sense. Everything follows the smooth path of logic. The light that sneaks through the blinds lights the ceiling, the mirrors and the spiders. I walk a couple of blocks. The noise that sneaks through the windows is the music of a motorbike passing by, a car passing by, or the garbage truck stopping by. I can't sleep. I get up, walk to the kitchen and turn the lights on. And I open the fridge. No food, it was all gone the last time, but I had forgotten. I open the cereal cabinet, only to find some cheap rum. It's something. I go back to bed. I can't sleep. All the children are now surrounding me, staring at me. I can't sleep. I toss and turn, again and again. It's hot, I get out of the sheets. It's cold, I get back in. I turn. It's hot, I'm starting to get angry. I kick the sheets off. I get up, walk to the kitchen and open the fridge.. The light of the fridge lights the ceiling, and the spiders. There is no food, only some cheap vodka. It's something. I can't sleep. I stumble and fall on the floor under the look of the small crowd. I can't sleep. I go back to bed, but I dont lie. I decide it's a good idea to go out until I'm tired. I dress up. The streets are empty; from time to time a car passes by. In the heat of the night, I lose control, I lose my soul, I lose my head. I'm not tired yet, I run. A motorbike passes by. Somewhere in the city, an ambulance. Stupid ambulances, they think they're so big with their damn sirens and their letters on backwards. I pass by a kindergarten. A kid is staring at me. I can't sleep. I ignore why he is there so late. I look again forward, just to find him there too, holding a beach ball. I will run over him. He fades out but appears at my right side. The breeze that sneaks under the door waves the spider webs. I run faster, but they follow. I look back, they are more and more. They all have their beach balls. They all run. They all are silent. I stand up again, they almost got me. I fall again and they surround me. They stare, but they don't see. I can't sleep.