An open letter to the zancudo By Ingrid Urán

Dear zancudo

You know, all day I’m busy, I’m doing many things: I’m a mommy, I’m a student, I’m a girlfriend and I’m a female worker. At the end of the day, I really want to arrive to my house and rest.

For me arrive my house is a nice moment, because I love to see my son and my boyfriend. The night is a time to talk with them about their day and their stuff. Unfortunately, you are in my house with me. You are there like another son or like the sun in the universe. Smart zancudo, don’t let me to know that you are.

You are hanging around, but as far away as you can, regarding and waiting. You heard all that I say or I do. As a wild animal watches his prey to surprise her, you choose the precise moment in order to start your show. Far from my mind you are, calmly I take a bath, I dress my pyjamas and I lay on my comfortable bed. It’s time to rest. However you don’t think in the same way, this is your party time. Perhaps for you is the night young? During the day was not you work?

When I am falling asleep, you start doing these noises to announce your arrival as if you were the king or the president. These noises surround to my ear as making fun of me, because I cannot catch you. Using your rapid flight as a jet, you realize maneuvers that make impossible that I see you, also seem that chapulin has giving his pills of chiquitolina, since with this so insignificant size, transforms my night.

It looks like a battle between David and the Giant, me with my big hands treating to squash you, and you evade me

As if it is not enough, you call your cliques, filling you with the value to continue with the mess. I ask you why did not you do it in your day? Use the light of day to work as I do it. Have Mercy on me, and you leave me to have one calm night.

I only ask me When the day came and a strong rain of insecticide will you reach?.

Then your wild nights will be over , and I can sleep in peace.

With of my love

Ingrid