Marilyn Monroe Syndrome

Intrahistory of a pourer. 

-What a void, Ricardo.

-The bar?

-No, damn, you're all talking about me.

-How are you, ho?

-When you all leave, when the lights go out, when I pick up the months... 

-What, ho?

-Should I tell you the truth?

-Yes. What happened?

-Good pourers, Ricardo, tend to overshadow others with our charm. But, deep down…

-What's up, ho?

-We lack self-esteem and feel empty.

-Don't fuck with me, Tonín.

-Marilyn Monroe syndrome, Richi, you know what I mean?

-What are you telling me, Josiantonio?

-Everyone loves us, but no one bothers to get to know us.

-Do you know each other?

-Yes. In depth, I mean.

-Are you pregnant, Tonín?

-How will you be mom if you're still working, sheep?

-I've never heard you speak like that.

-There are many years of sobbing in secret, throwing sawdust in the solitude, like Norma Jean.

-Who, ho?

-Marilyn Monroe.

-Did Marilyn throw sawdust?

-No, asshole. But everyone adored her and she lived in solitude. Like me.

-What are you saying? 

-That's what it is, Richi.

-But you are a bar diva, Tonín!

-And what good is it to me? You are quite deceiving yourselves.

-By?

-This is not Hollywood, even if Eva Longoria comes to eat her Gamonéu and tortos with picadillo behind her.

-But you are very fine, Tonín! You taste like cinema!

-So what? Behind the glamour of the bars, when the lights go out and you go outside to vomit... Only emptiness remains. Nothing more.

-But you're the fucking boss, Josiantonio! The center of attention!

-I know it. Especially when I take out the tray of skewers.

-Toes love you!

-Yes. But who is really looking to get to know me?

-How are you, ho?

-I have an instinct for poetry, I sing rancheras, I write haikus…

-Mecca, yes the Virgin.

-What good is it to me if everyone falls in love with me? Not even Otea loves me!

- Cheer up, Josiantonio!

-Boo! I have lost self-esteem, I tell you how I feel.

-You're killing it! You always have the bar packed!

-Yes, yes. But success does not bring happiness.

-Did you go to the pharmacy?

-What a void… 

-Is it a matter of anxiety?

-Hello, come on, tell everyone to get fucked! Leave me alone!