hot water running through my body. I close my eyes but the light is off. I like to take showers in the dark. Pondering the future and not look so clear. I feel that now assaults the next. The water drips from my hair jet passes through my head, my neck and my whole humanity. I rub your eyes. I shake a little droplets. The water bounces on the floor, turning echo. I open my eyes and lashes look wet my bathroom tiles and I think it is inevitable imminent.
José Roberto Coppola
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