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Carlos, calm down, love is exactly what you're seeing: a kiss today, none tomorrow, the day after tomorrow's Sunday, and Monday no one knows what will happen. There's no use fretting, let alone committing suicide.
Don't do it, don't kill yourself, save yourself, all of you, for the wedding to take place no one knows when, if ever.
Love spent the night in you, Carlos, earthly Carlos, and desire, seeking expression, stirred an ineffable inner hubbub, prayers, record players, saints crossing themselves, ads for the best soap, a hubbub about no one knows what, or why. And you keep walking, melancholy and upright.
You're the palm tree, you're the shout no one heard in the theater and all the lights went out.
Love in the dark, no, in daylight, is always sad, my dear Carlos, but don't tell anyone, no one knows or will know.