Layers of personality that emerge in summer.  

 

-What a joke, Sonia. Really.

-But what do you expect from a countryman?

-Girl, I...

-Let's see, Lili, you seem stupid.

-By?

-Flirting with drunks is like coming back from the Trade Fair.

-What, ho?

-May you come home with things you never need. And you say: What do I want this bug now? What do I want? Who sent me to my bringlu?

-But, Sonia, as salty as it seemed to me at the festival...

-Of course, silly, you were attracted to the outer layer.

-The what, ho?

-The onion theory, Lili, you're stupid. I never cry cutting an onion. You know why?

-No N.

-Because I never established any sentimental bond with her.

-Yes, damn, but a paisanu...

-They have multiple capes, silly. And above, in plenu branu…

-What, ho?

-They are more false than a snake kick. 

-At the party, he was so nice, so affectionate...

-Normal. The raptor twerks and you see the outer layer.

-Another day we went to the beach and laughed a lot, chatted about shit...

-Les capes entemedies.

-How are you, ho?

-Let him tell you about his life: failures, goals, dreams, desires...

-What what, ho?

-If you dig deep, Lili, you will reach the heart.

-Of the raptor?

-Non, silly, from the onion. You see what was underneath, the essence. And you realized.

-About what, Soni?

-There is no one to deal with! 

-Ai, Lili….

-That under the rises and the flat belly there is nothing, but nothing of nothing.

-Ye true.

-Of course, silly, no empathy, no sincerity, na. Then you realized that the kid is like the branu.

-Hot?

-Non, no class.

-Ah. Already. Blessed onion, trustworthy.

-One thing is what they show to the world and another is what they keep inside.

-There's too much, eh! There's too much!

-I know it. But now look, the one who's upset about that sheep is you.

-Already. What a joke!   

-So what a favor, huh.

-What, ho?

-Don't be upset. 

-You have more face, my friend, than a bag of dolls. I toi… toi…

-Calm down, baby. We all cry for an onion that is not worth it.