When "Ms. Uniworse" comes to an end, it really makes you borrow the crown and list in mind all of those who have helped you reach the final or just been around:
Dr. Ecrivain,
Sts. Tristan & Tristeza,
Messr. Tlön, Uqbar and Ms. О. Tertius,
four of kind poets talking trash about the fifth one, the kindest.
I should also like to thank the merciful goddess from Moscow, the stubborn snake from Moldova, the Israeli lion, the Pechora's comandante, smart-chan, Vasira-kun, the winged Roman, the renegade sphinx who answers the questions rather than questioning, the ace from the diamond deck of cards which God tricks with, A.А., E.E., N., X., - all those genius, talented, budding or just pretty initials that will be forever carved on my cerebral cortex, and finally...
"Attention, - one of the contestants says, interrupting my solitary reveries, - t-1 minute".
Ugly, with a dark skin and the unibrow, coughing up blood, tequila and swearings, she gives me an encouraging nod and farewells me in Spanish, if I'm not mistaken:
"Espero alegre la salida y espero no volver jamás".