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Perhaps without the glasses of wine we could not stop observing with stealth but without contemplation the movement of the lips from which the virus will surely emerge and fly in the noisy, heated air of the restaurant, to intrude quickly, without any resentment. , through that half-open and half-closed mouth that is our mouth, open with fear or helplessness or pure stupor while the labyrinth of conversation continues its direct path towards stridency and laughter.


We turn the knob with the same haste as every day because, in reality, few Phone Number List have changed, not even the work schedule. We have to go out even if we don't want to go out. We have to go out, so it's not worth entertaining a dilemma that doesn't exist or a question to which we know the answer in advance.




Someone has to work and pay the rent, food, gas, all the bills. Someone has to get up early and wash the blemishes out of their eyes and get under the shower. Someone has to comb their hair and then get dressed, and curse while getting dressed, because what a **** life, the truth, what double standards that designate us as essential workers while throwing us daily, without the greatest consideration, into the arena of the coliseum next to the lions of the virus like the cannon fodder that we are.