A city that moves, fast, a city that does not look at anyone a city that lives in underpasses, tunnels, a city that is reflected in itself can not wait passes and go, giving only a peek at what will be to what will become but as you can exit the ‘darkness perhaps it would be enough to face the other
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Today I did not want to go out, too gray, too dark, too sad. Instead I have to leave, go, walk, climb down. outside is gray, no color can emerge, Gray also the window of the gray that it usually enters the lungs out already beginning preparations for Christmas, cargo vans whizzing to deliver their goods, goods that do not know if anyone will buy … everything is mixed fast in this gray, everything disappears in the light that there is, even today there is no light. a flat sky, gray too, interrupted only by another gray, one of the buildings, they too full of that gray that enters the lungs. we go, we go home, out here there’s nothing to see.
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