DECEASED

“This time, I'm driving; I want to introduce you to someone.” I took the keys from him without receiving any protest.

“You know how to drive very well; in a city like this, it takes a lot of skill,” he tells me while he looks at my legs as I combine the pedals without looking at them.

“Of course, my Angelo, sometimes the traffic is chaos; the gaps and the traffic jams, added to the insecurity, make the streets a juggling scene.”

“In addition to the eternal works and the heavy rains that collapse the sewage systems,” he answers, looking at my lips and tasting his own.

“They collapse because people lack education; they throw garbage in the street that clogs the sewers. That's why I keep the garbage in my pockets if I don't find a trash can nearby; sometimes I come home with my pockets full of papers. I have been criticized a lot for this.”

“Besides being pretty, you are ecological; I thought it would be impossible to find more virtues in you.” I feel that his words are getting close