The nurse boldly opens the curtain that covered the transparent glass of the room, showing the light made by the rays of the smiling sun of that summer morning, forcing the patient to wake up before the time he used to wake up. This embarrassed him daily and ignited his anger at the one who was hired to look after his last days of life. Marcos, was an important writer with an incomparable intelligence for literature, his impressive ability to create stories in a short space of time earned him several awards, as well as an expansive recognition in the literary world.

His readers were found all over the world and all of his works became a huge sales success. However, due to a certain tendency to exaggerated lust, he ended up contracting a serious illness that put an end to all his possible long-term dreams. In a terminal state, living the last days of his very short existence, he writes his memories on a laptop. That posthumous work would be the revelation of its most shameful and dark side that few knew.

— Maria, is it possible that even on my deathbed I cannot rest in peace? By God, stop harassing me in this damn place!

— Please excuse me, senhor Marcos, I'm just following the doctor's orders, he ordered you to wake up early to take the prescribed medications

— Unhappy doctor ... At this time, you must be there in bed with your wife's whore, while you make my patience hell!

— Please, man, stop talking nonsense, don't you even know the poor guy's wife and already call her a whore? Me, huh?

— Okay, get this damn cocktail ready so I can take it and go back to my quiet, I have to keep writing my book

— I've heard of your work they say that they are good at reading. Could you give me one of them? But I want an autograph!

— I have millions of readers around the world, I do not need to present a nurse to have her as a reader. If you want to know my stories go to a bookstore and buy one for yourself!

— Mercy, how much bitterness! Take the opportunity to admire this day so beautiful and wonderful its, boring!

— Say that because you are not the one on the verge of death, I have no reason to be in a good mood or admire any drugs! Please, get out of here! Hey, out!