I have the certainty that nobody knows about this place. Among trees still dripping by the passage of rain, which no doubt will soon return. The street is in poor condition, but who cares, if I'm the only one who comes here maybe even a hundred years. When I find is that I have stopped looking, only the old food will be a bird or insect. Is that no one would find me. I am willing to come to the end of this road, dark, amid forests of unimaginable scale and beauty. And the drops begin again. And further accelerate. The lights of my car launch small rainbow in the rain. My eyes hurt when I look in the rearview mirror and see myself. The south end of the world. Hope to get to the tip of Chile, and I jump my car to the Antarctic. If I can not, will use it as a submarine in the Strait of Magellan. Sing with the whales. That can be done. My body can never be found. Ruin my life, I must be useful and serve food for fish. Could join a humanitarian cause, but I will. I had never hit her. I am red. No anger. I'm red with embarrassment. I'm afraid to change. I hope to have enough fuel to go away. And go many hours. It cost me to get there. Love her too. Now he hates me. Jealousy. He makes a gift and ceases to exist. She should forget. He makes a gift and disappear. And perish too. I do not want to be different. Had to follow a single line in life. I can not change. I lived with violence and die in it. I can not change. I'm extremely screwed. Going to be a father. I should not abuse her. My son to live with the illusion of a good man, not a bastard. I forsake not fuck you life. Is it love? "Stop fucking the other? At the moment yes, that is. I can not apologize, ruin your face. Now who knows if I will look out his right eye. I'd rather disappear. I thought being a parent. A good husband. There is still some light. The road is just dirt. Rather grass. A deserted beach. No sand but dirt and grass. The southern sea, forgotten. Or where to eat or sleep. This is the best thing that could happen. I bathe forever. Sing with the whales and let me eat. Punishing die. My son will not let anything, I hope not hate. I hope you can change all this, I, the indomitable man who smelled of alcohol, I can not change. Domarme I can not myself. I'm too great and violent to live. The drops seem pins pulled by the arches of the angels. Nail and hurt a lot. This is what I deserve. Goodbye shoes and socks. Pants and shorts. Clávense needles in my body naked. Goodbye dark brown vest, he carried my perfume. Goodbye shirt. I give my chest exposed to the angry clouds. Tell me when to run. Tell me angry sky. (Thunder and lightning). Your voice is heard from above. I will run to the sea. Do not freeze. This blows. Hell found in the sea. Respite breaks. Good riddance.
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