Pequeña discusion.(obra de teatro)

Obra de un solo acto.Escenario total-mente obscuro.

-tenes que ser mas ironico...-dice,el primer personaje,casi como una sugerencia
-ya lo sé-contesta-me cuesta un poquito-dice el segundo,como lamentandose.
-si queres,podemos trabajar juntos...te puedo dar una manita-responde el primero
-no gracias-dice el segundo-puedo solo
de pronto se oye una gran carcajada,seguida de tos y nuevamente una carcajada mas fuerte,producto de la aclaracion de garganta anterior.
-de que corno te reis,hdrmp?-responde el segundo-visiblemente consternado y furioso.
-no,de nada,de nada-contesta el primero,secandose las lagrimas-de lo que dijiste recien...
-y que dije recien?que me las iba a arreglar solo?eso te causo gracia?,infeliz...-
-y si,como no me va a causar gracia eso si es la tonteria mas grande que decis desde que tenes uso de razon-
-ah,bueno,hablo la señora de las ideas,la Harry croti del pensamiento,mira vos...-
-eso es cinismo,no ironia-
-anda hacerte...!-
-y eso se llama insulto que no voy a tolerar...-
-y que vas a hacer?irte?-le pregunto el segundo personaje,burlandose.
-sip-dijo el primero y se escucho un portazo,un auto que estacionaba y unos minutos despues un avion que se alejaba.A todo esto la mujer del segundo lo encontro recostado en la cama y le pregunto:
-con quien hablabas?-
-con nadie,Dorotea,con nadie...mi conciencia y mi cerebro tuvieron una pequeña discusion.No se pusieron de acuerdo en algunos puntos y la conciencia se tomo el buque y se fue...pero ya va a volver-contesto tranquilamente,ante la mirada de espanto de la mujer,que lo veia pensando si empacar toda sus cosas yá o irse con lo puesto a lo de su madre.
-si...ya va a volver...ya va a volver esa condenada...-dijo esta vez el cerebro...luego se dio cuenta que lo decia con ironia y rio.

Fin.

Small discussion. (Play)

Work of a single act.Dark total-mente scenario.

-you got that ironic...-say, the first character, almost like a suggestion

-because the know-answers-cost me a little, says the second, as complaining.

-If you want, we can work together... I can give a hand - answers the first

-no thanks - said the second - I can only

suddenly a great laugh, followed by coughing and again a laugh is heard more strong, as a result of the clarification of previous throat.

-of that Horn you reis, hdrmp?-is the second-visibly dismayed and angry.

-no, anything, the first nada-contesta, arbolitos tears - of what you just said...

do do- and I told you recently? me them would only fix? that caused you grace?, unhappy...-

- and if, as I won't cause grace that if the nonsense more than you say since you got use of reason -

-ah, well, I speak Mrs of ideas, the Harry croti of thinking, look at you...-

-This is cynical, not irony-

-anda do you...!-

- and that's called insult that I am not going to tolerate....-

do do- and you are going to do? go?-ask the second character, burlandose.

-sip - said the first and they hear a door, a car that up and a few minutes later a plane that departed.To all this the wife of the second as found lying on the bed and I ask you:

do-who talked?-

-with anyone, Dorothea, with anyone... my conscience and my brain had a small discussion.Not were agreement on some points and consciousness took the ship and it was... but already it will return-answer calmly, before the eyes of horror of women, that it looked thinking if packed all your things already or go with the post to his mother.

-If... He is already returning... as it will return that condemned...-said this time the brain... then he realized that the said with irony and rio.

The end.