Cuentos para una noche de insomnio

For some mysterious reason, in this story no one can sleep; this is why the ice-cream vendors, little girls, milkmen, stewardesses, cross-eyed old men and old ladies, after trying evrey kind of remedy imaginable (such as moon bathing sessions, drinking glasses of warm milk or counting sheep) get together in the park to call on Scarey sleep. There, they decide to recount all sorts of stories: strange, and of all different varieties; tender, square, sad, sticky, rusted, some dislocated and others spongy. Story after story and yawn after yawn they will soon end up closing their eyes: perhaps when they awaken, they will no longer recall if it was all an illusion or if they were inventing extraordinary stories that any insomniac could invent.