And in the end, we all die.

Doomed.

"[…]
I don't mean to close the door
But for the record my heart is sore
You blew through me like bullet holes
Left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul
You left me broke down begging for change
Had to catch a ride with a man who's deranged
He had your hands and my father's face
Another western vampire
Different time same place
I have dreams that brings me sadness
Rain much deeper than a river
Sorrow flow through me
Tiny waves of shivers
Corny movies make me reminisce
They break me down easy on this generic love ship
First kiss frog and princess

I'm gonna shake you off though
I´m gonna get up on this horse and
And ride into the sunset
Look back with no remorse"

Quotidiano.

"Trocaria a memória de todos os beijos que me deste por um único beijo teu. E trocaria até esse beijo pela suspeita de uma saudade tua, de um único beijo que te dei." [MEC]

Este quotidiano, cheio de pele e corpo e da dor da incerteza, chegou-me hoje de forma virtual. Paradoxo da ausência e presença de palavras, do isolamento e de novas formas de comunicação.