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Feel the hard and hot sun irradiating from the shop window's glasses and coaches parked on all lanes or sidewalks at the Benfica's avenue where I live close to the Park of Monsanto shades on the other side of the building's forest where the

When I blink I look into the night and I see the moon in its bright intense move as if there were several overlaying each other in my insomnia's orbit LUAR Quando pestanejo olho para a noite e vejo a lua em movimento de intenso brilho como se fossem

Sleepy I get numb over roofs against cracked clouds late sun shines through fans of light awake up buildings planted on streets hurted by cars in constant movement to uncertain destinies certainly a public