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Room service is late
again. 
They won't realize it, no one will realize
it.

The body will stay here outstretched like
a figurine that has fallen from the fitment
because someone touched it
or something shook it 
or, simply, 
it feel by itself. 

The television will broadcast until morning
news from the limits of the Earth, 
names of people that died nooneknowswhere
and some famous births. 
Water will overflow the bathtub, while
the sophisticated stereo system sings
post-war songs and
publicity slogans promising eternal life

(the same eternal life that, before, 
was held, in a monopoly regime, 
by religions.)

It's a good portrait. A nice movie ending. 
The dead body of the living being. 
The continuous life of lifeless objects.
The voice of no one that no one listens
promising eternal life.

Commonplaces. 
You would like it. 
I almost start to feel sorry that you can't see it.



Alexandre Borges, Heartbreak Hotel, 2005
Tradução: Rogério Sousa