Tangerine

Difficult is to know that you are going to die... I've heard that “the ignorants are happy, because they don't know that they are going to die” wise words in my point of view, but, that makes me think if it is worth to forget for a moment who I am....

For many times I did crazy things, I guess I'm lucky, my hand gets fulled of callus, my head for many times when I woke up was about to explode and my stomach a disgrace, dry mouth, regret I always felt, but who has already died of regret? Falling in love, doing crazy things, taking risks, exaggerating.... What matters is the histories, how many times I didn't know how I got home. Fear is the worst of the sentiments, a darkened room, a dangerous street, a bar on the suburbs, a beautiful woman, a drink on flames, which one is mine? I didn't find out yet. Walking drunk several miles in the dawn, waking up early, the distant house is always worth it, a common night like any other. The first time of a virgin listening to an old and hard sound, a trickle of blood, the pain of the pleasure, the heat between both of them exhales the smell of passion that soon ends.

It's late... I can't get up of the chair... The vodka is still at its half...