Souvenir of an Independence day

One o’clock in the morning, in my head I feel what I suppose is a hat, I imagine is bit because without turning up my head, my eyes can see its diffuse black horizon. Yes, I also notice that it is black or of some color that is resembled to that sky of today but without its alive white and silverplated spangles that says they are named stars. I hear music to the distance, there are 2 speakers of a meter of length placed at four chairs next to me; I think that from there comes out that music stunned by the incessant talking of the group of which say themselves inseparable friends and that 6 months ago they didn’t see themselves. My hand realizes that apparently supports a full glass of soda diluted with vodka, and I say vodka, for being the only drink that my hand would support, now shaking of chill, of the cold wind that my brave neck supports without pretexts. To my left, there are glasses thrown on the seat, seem to be alcohol; I believe that this one predominates here on any drinkable liquid.
I look downwards and the most probable action that has left my trousers thus is the unconscious spill of some drink and the destiny deposited it on the low parts of my body or the very small possibility can now be the desperate manifestation and as now, consequence of the rebellion of my bladder in its cause by the freedom. It is hour to stand up, , , no, I don’t think so, my legs say do not stand please. There is a black leathered sofa with white lines that is made for two people but I believe nobody wants to accompany it and except my legs.
Drunk woman in the ground to the right of that sofa catch the attention to me her strange position, trying to reach with her left foot a glass empty and squashed by some dancer debilitated I think, by this time stunible Mexican music that only the festive occasion calls to play and not the willing of the people here. I realize to my head that I’m in someday festive, I don’t remember which; I only remember that I miss you and this guy by my side tells me that I’m crying.