вторник, августа 24, 2004

Encontrado em um guardanapo de companhia aérea

"The stewardess moves to her back seat, in the kitchen, away from the crowd of hungry passengers speaking maledictions in foreign languages, away from the terrorist threats and from her unavoidable fear of heights and, swollen by the pressurized breaths that hang inside the cabin, she draws the syringe, the rubber string, the ampoule and, floating amongst clouds and zephyrs, she feels the sweet flow of morphine in her veins.

"07/15/04, somewhere between NYC & Miami."