Most people were jumping outside.
It was sunday and it was Carnaval.
Some were drunk, some were sleeping.
Some did not care and they drove somewhere else.
Some might have been dead while driving,
for they were drunk or they were sleeping.
Others might have been born inside the car
and some may have arrived to the next hospital.
Like my parents.
Eleven thirty at night: a boy.
It was almost monday and it was still Carnaval.
They called me Diego.