Laugh, clown?
Act only three runs
A clown apartment in a building of clowns, clowns on a street in a city of clowns. In the shadow of a snow-covered kitchen, sparsely furnished but clean lines miseducating, sitting at a table of solid wood covered with a tarpaulin scrawled by children now too old to seek work in line with its expectations but still too young to be help in this unfortunate state of mind, a clown (P2) wearing blue pants on a green blouse challenge his myopia existential reading a sports magazine.
Standing behind him, another clown (P1), a blue blouse, green pants on, with little conviction dips a wooden spoon into a pot to simmer in which red clown noses.
P1 - (allegro) jelly is almost ready ...
P2 - (angry) When you stop treating me like a child?
P1 - The day you get married!
P2 - (doubtful) Between work and night school I ...
P1 - You what?
P2 - ... I have no time for sentiment!
P1 - (puzzled) 's career is not everything!
P2 - I do not want your end, you know?
P1 - (hit pride) You ... you're just a clown!
P2 - Of course, I've taken from you!
P1 - not, I've taken yesterday afternoon.
P2 - (crying) Why are you so cruel?
P1 - I spent a fortune on stamps!
In the kitchen set a sad and outrageous silence, interrupted by the cheerful pop noses in the pot that says that the cooking has been completed.
But there will be no one to taste ...
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