pirra

i remember the exact moment when i realized that my life had gone to shit, that it was no longer mine, it was as the few bubbles of coca-cola springing forth out of a large quantity of whisky, i sat there and watched them form a thin layer. . . around me there were people. . . these people have been my friends, my lovers, but it didn't matter, they didn't matter, i didn't matter, i was all those irrelevancies, listening to a music that didn't fit and all of it struck me that all of were waiting, i looked at each of them, i thought of all of my dear ones . . . none had what i needed. we were, in effect, waiting for something that was never to happen. i looked at them noting what i had given, what they had. . . the taste of dissatisfaction was so thick on my tongue it didn't stop there so it went down to coat my throat.

the emotions that had paralyzed us till that point were gone, all was left was remnants of happy times and an excuse to get together and try to capture the last few fragments, the last drop of milk, the last episode of our favorite cartoon.