Hoje olho para o rio como se ele fosse imensamente parte de mim, e estava ainda ontem sepultado naquela poltrona numerando as patologias que não tenho. Mas prossigo e lembro que o alcool devia ser expressamente proibido por lei, lembrando a Verónica, uma rapariga que era brutalmente espacada pelo marido cada vez que este bebia..patologias? nunca é o caso.

Santa Ana - seven hours until sunrise, i would rather drive than sleep. these lights, these memories. freeways are like pinhole ceilings. the stares they exchange in the classroom. i know they wish for downtown friday nights. streetlights shine perfect memories and this calm makes me believe in us again. the beauty of the intangible. i paint your body next to me in this car, but i try to forget. take back your pictures of you. and you can bet i wont forget your heartless running. candy apple frowns, make me believe your caramel isn't that sweet. "never forget what it did to you." i would rather not carry the pieces around, standing over my grave, dying more and more everyday.