“so I take my bike and as usual you make my portrait with my hair all drawn in the wind, looking like a boy who is always leaving at the same time and who tomorrow, if everything goes well, will return at the same time for the same love at the same table the same explosion with all certainty the same escape because you and I are made of slippery matter, ie, butter, oil, jelly and astonishment.” Matilde Campilho #black