Be hypnotized by the TV show that erases the line between day and night and between pleasure and passion. This is perhaps one of the few categories that present passion as a late raw pudding to be savored in an era when climax is just full. One may expect close moments in which the expression of affection is not only in words, but in actions and where semen becomes the ultimate symbol of passion. Here, as in most of Rigobertoolon’s texts, the emphasis is on what happens after, the lingering feeling of finitude, the bond established through touch. It is some sort of sensuality’s domain, a testimony that sexual desire is not just satisfied, but reciprocated – a thing that is profoundly romantic