Noite

Anesthesia. I was expecting to feel warm, but not that much. Walking in the streets, it's like being in a sauna. I mean, it's almost the same. Water, water, water everywhere. Surrounded by it, day and night.

Images floating under my hair make it look like algae stuck to my forehead. The night is the only moment that invades my inattention. Smoking a cigarette behind TARS, with my friend Tukay, we talk about something that overwhelms us: night diving. After a deep breathe: To-kay, To-kay, To-kay, says Tukay for long-time. A good friend you can listen to for hours. Two weeks left now … Page de Route 8 Bruno Silva.