W. doesn´t stand for World

Algunas esquinas de Montevideo estaban tomadas por algunos uniformes.
I got caught in the cross fire of restrained bullets and harmless photoshoots, can tell Agent Smith really exists but only have blurry kodak moments to prove it.
this kind of gringos is just like the ones on movies.. spent all afternoon waiting for an explosion... not killing anyone but a big explosion (well maybe killing some one).
helicopter was following me, but only for a second. I shot at it, it didn´t shoot back, I guess. Maybe I´m in some security database now.. does it make me feel more important?
I don´t want them to shoot me to become important.
They say we cannot go to the breakwaters line, it´s forbidden for everyone. Some guy yells from a passing by car... it has POLICIA written on the door and big lights over the roof. He says "Enano podrido guaaaaaaaaa" to this guard standing near me. I´m sunbathing in a muted war zone.
last night was first karaoke here.. all kids, all drunk.. interchange students of Universidad Católica. They don´t care what´s happening, why sould I?
They are from everywhere.. chicanos, germs, frenchies.. even a chilenito. Im from there too.
They were eating some UR$130 beef. I saved the money.
When everyone went out I put my stuff together and drank a bottle of beer left by someone and grabbed some cheese and bread from what wasn´t cooked. This kiwi guy tried to do some piano impro, I laughed a lot and followed him with a five strings guitar (fifth one missing) and he felt aslept over the keys.
Went to sleep only wanting to go and lay on the beach my feet fingers lost in the sand, my hands fingers lost in your hair.

Picture virus

something changes in pictures you have on your computer.
it`s a little more black here, a little less white there, yellows tend to ocre, greens get blues. maybe shadows are darker.
it happens without opening any suspicious email titled "news from home" or "you can´t miss this!". it happens when computer and user are idle, staring at each other.
it happens while recording a dvd with a movie copied for the 33th time, or less.
it`s a sort of virus that doesn´t spread through a network nor copies itself. it is aparently embeded into the operating system. waiting to suddenly appear. maybe a certain key combination stroke. maybe a new peripheral. or just temperature. no one knows.
having a cup of tea is useless, its only function is to give you time to have your hands off the keyboard, feel the breathing inside the mug breathing back at you as she was nights ago, over the pillow, somewhere else.
photo library icon reveals 4556 pictures, wonder if software has a limit on that number. latest ones are from a company celebration, everyone cheering, smiling and having a good time. guess thats what it was meant to, but something is wrong now. something diferent in every face, every look, every smile.
(are the ice cubes gone in every glass?)
im there too.. got my head on the mirror beyond co-workers, flash ate my face.
the guy with the super sweated armpit light blue shirt, always with new ties, none of them away from the beige spectrum.
the girl at the reception with the thing in her tongue and her eyebrow and her lower lip and her ear, ten times her ear, and as been told her clit too. actually not told, I know.
the kid that wasn´t supossed to be there, son of someone, playing in the corner with the espresso machine and a mouse with a blinking red light.
red lights. green lights around a tree. close up. a bottle of a milky spirit. a sticky glass. close up on the lips mark. collection of lipmarks around the table.
red light inside the transparent espresso machine jar. 4" 320x240 video.
cockroach walking away from an ashtray left on the floor.
a guy setting the ashtray on fire. close up on the flames. sixteen pics of that.
brown tan roach lying on gray rug legs up.
guy dripping milky spirit drops on roach.
his smile first plane, blurry stain on the floor on the background.
ceiling. twenty two pics.
somewhat of a face in the lines of the celing, my hand pointing at it from one side of the frame.
collection of shoes leaving the office. ten of them details on high heels. two catching ankles and tighs. one blurry of a skirt.