From year to year the plum of my house dried up. It was October and all the trees had already pulled their first outbreaks and were “greening” as my Dad said. But still there with the plum branches dry as if it had not been realised to drop leaves. One day, my dad break one branch and began to leave thousands of ants, who had made thousands of channels inside the body of the plum. Why we did´t tell erlier? How we didn´t realized before? Slowly ants had invaded and devoured each and every extension involves the battered tree, day after day, season to season, without which we would realize, without pause. Only had to push a little, so that his arms against the floor and give snapped, and millions of ants begin to emerge everywhere. I stayed there watching the ants, thinking “poor Plum”, my Dad saw me sad and said, “so, ants kill it by the inside.”

Ten years after I felt how Laura threw me the first ant. One Friday night I invited her to lunch, in one instant I could feel like her tongue was passing the first queen and it went deeply into my body. “You look well since the breakout” a friend told me, “The women kill by the inside” I meant to say when I felt like a jaw started somewhere over the trunk and affected all my branches.