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A constant wind blows around the place where I'm living on and drags a repeated word pieces of paper and garbage circulate in whirls by corners pigeons peck crumbs at the squares of public buildings and the wind pushes the word hunger here and there

The crowd in the "Joe's Bar" is almost human smiling smoke spirals around the words. Glasses straighten up colourless by the kiss of lips caress of hands musics and glimpses. "That's nice the music sounds perfect" she said. The crowd in the "Joe's Bar"

Human waste supple as water foam on the barracks' wall till collapsing in tears fragments of cement and lime interweaved dust by our hands. Desperdício humano dúctil como espuma de água no muro do quartel até ruir em lágrimas estilhaços de