THE SELLING OF CLOUDS

Dealers carry their money in a handkerchief , others do sweat in his hand tightening basin .

Should care for your wallet because tomatoes are of "look at me and do not touch me" and the lettuce is "a penny " .

It smells like fried food , roasted corn , onion , cilantro , mountain herbs smell good. Vendors offer their piles of oranges, watermelons, peppers pyramids that relumbran , their piles of pumpkin seeds.

Among the booths filled with merchandise , one remains empty . However, under laying pink blanket , a girl has stopped and waiting :

- Good girl , and you what do you sell ?

- Yo, this cloud.

-What Cloud?

-The 's Up there .

-Where?

Here I above , does not see ?

The Lord sees that , in effect , a cloud awaits safe distance.

- ¡Girl , Clouds are not sold !

- Well I have to sell my house because we are very poor.

- I am a graduate , girl ; and I can affirm you that the clouds belong to nobody , therefore can not be sold .

- But yes this is mine: follow me everywhere.

- First , How did you get it?

- One night I dreamed and dreamed as I woke up on my doorstep .

- with More reason! Who sells dreams? The youth now goes head .