lonely gigolo

"the best part was/pulling down the/shades/stuffing the doorbell/with rags/putting the phone/in the/refrigerator/and going to bed/for 3 or 4/days./and the next best/part/was/nobody ever/missed/me."

19.3.14

aniversário

meu pai tão velho, idoso, já não a mesma muralha dos meus
seis anos, ainda capaz na doença no entanto de ser meu pai.
Posted by Pedro Tiago at 20:11
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