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The escape happens from the unattainable side of self till the other from the finite side of being claims the escaped part of dream. A fuga dá-se pelo lado inatingível do eu até que o outro do lado finito do ser

MY CITY From my building's top I blink Lisboa's roofs reticent and washed red colour warns me on coming clouds saturated of rain that falls down and carries my eyes sailing liquid tiles till the tears' swirl spills over the obstructed gutter.