[in kitchen, morning. Popi is preparing the coffee, it gives back on Pomi, sitting on a chair at the table with the straw, blue. Popi in front of him a cup of milk dips where cinnamon cookies]
Yes Pomi?
[biscuit in milk] Do you think I look like a dresser?
.... Eh? [Turns ]
I told you a couple dresser?
A dresser?
Yes, you know, right?
Yes, of course, I have this, but ... Why would you look like a dresser?
... [A biscuit dipped in milk and turns it into the cup without looking up]
Pomi?
.... So, do I look like a dresser or not?!
No, I do not look like a dresser, you do not have drawers, you're not made of wood, I mean, sometimes you say you're a head of wood, but it's all a manner of speaking, no? No, I do not look like a dresser, s. ..
Phew! [It thrusts the biscuit in his mouth]
... [Quizzically]
... [Undaunted, continues to chew, very intent in reading the ingredients of cocoa powder on its packaging]
[the coffee begins to bubble, Knobs turn control the coffee maker. Pours into the cup-white, no-neck, then turns back to Pomi, still focused on cocoa]
Now that you're happy not to look like a dresser, I want to say why I do this question?
NO
But why?
Why I am ashamed
To respond?
No
Why?!
But uffa
From Pomi, I'm losing patience
E 'that is too good
What!
Sunset
Pomi Sorry, but I'm old and I'm losing neurons in the street ... What the hell got to do the sunset with you that you should look like a dresser?
E 'that ... Ugh. We have a dresser, no? Here, this chest of drawers. The purple one with blue and pink handles. There. E 'that are day-maybe a few weeks to think of it-that night I go to sit on the dresser to see the sunset. Only it's too good, no? Light, slow ... Everything is very romantic and flows so smoothly that I'm loving it. Pass the time before dark to enjoy the light that comes down and wait for the explosion that radiates from that last ray of sun sinks behind the skyscraper. Just ... Well ... I noticed one night while watching the light and shadows ... Popi Well, now that the dresser and now I are one!
..... Pomi
No, Popi, really!
Okay, okay ...
I tell you so! The shadow of my dresser and have become a shadow herself. I became a dresser and the dresser has become me, you know?
No
But right!
Pomi, you're not unreason, you have completely lost his mind ...
I tell you so.
... [Sip of coffee, then opens the door of the cupboard and takes a packet of biscuits and a jar of Nutella to five pounds]
and then there's that .. [Fast, a bit 'alarmed by the sight of the can of chocolate]
Pomi ... Nutella is over
Here, of course ......... [Looks down on the cup of milk, turning the spoon]
Exactly?
Exactly ... And 'that ... Well ... Watching the sunset is beautiful ... But for it to become more 'beautiful ... Here, we usually eat on the bread sticks with ricotta and Nutella, here .... You know, the harmony of the senses ...
...
...
.... Pomi, get
...
Arise, lift a little 'T-shirt, a bit' over the life
[Pomi slightly reluctantly gets up and runs]
...
...
Pomi, have handles
I know ...... [Shameful look down]
...
[Pomi looks up guiltily]
..... Popi, this does not mean I look like the dresser, however, is not it?
