Scene of blood in a bar ...

Scene of blood in a bar ...

That afternoon was decisive. Neuza waited for the phone call all week, and nothing ...

Neuza Nothing, nothing of love so often dreamed and vowed. Neuza want to come to more than life itself.

Life, what life? Loves things are transient, they pass the time, and time makes people forget.

Forget how? The nights, many nights, the intoxication of Neuza, emptied his glass of beer at every moment, the past life in the arms and desperate dreams.

"Love, when is too much, at the end leads to peace," but it is not only led to life.

The frozen time, life frozen, employment is danara, hope too.

It remains only one flavor, life jiló had the bitter tone for a meaningless existence, no peace, no future.

Only one thing remained, revenge.

Revenge, anyway, no matter what.

The magic of hope has become the disappointment of losing, stone inlaid chest, the soul, in what was left ...

To discover, later, Neuza who was dating an old friend, it collapsed altogether.

He, who had given so much support in difficult times, bosom buddy, pal ... The chest, the knife, life running, spinning like a Ferris wheel in the park without grace of childhood remembered, the destruction of previously built with dedication and struggle.

The red rose, red mouth, bars, Campari, helpless, in the sweet amaro nights.

The pool had to be the breadwinners, bets, losses and damages of the deal turned into Homer binges on huge binge, where Neuza ran, turned and blood ...

The taste of vengeance was in the mouth, ruminated, one north, one way ...

I knew I would Neuza the park, the bar, the world, and waited.

At one point, the two running, turning, sitting at the bar. On the corner at the bar, the red rose placed on the table in red cloth, red chairs, the table ...

At the final moment, the knife held high, all life came from the poor child, the head of HR, abandoned, thrown away ...

And in an instant, his face reddened by drunkenness, despair, denoted pregnancy Neuza life to come, the hope that no longer belonged to him and the knife ...

One was enough, the aim was good, the blood from the mouth, an open heart ...

Open the chest, on the terrified screams of Neuza, and fear on his face from her boyfriend.