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Expectant in the middle of the cornfield I feel myself hideous scarecrow shaken by the wind I see nothing around me so many birds fly in circular flight and perch on the mature cobs they are fattening due to my inability to scare them two more brave peck

Turning the corner I can see a tree a running over a broken bus at the stop a reflected face at the shop window the temptation of a pretty woman legs a face again yes of windy hair as if it was so fast as imagination. Ao virar da esquina posso

My friends not all motionless is silence nor the night solitude while we watch the shooting stars and hear the most crystalline waters. Meus amigos nem toda a quietude é silêncio nem a noite solidão enquanto

Sometimes photographs give an hallucinated look to the city and we have to learn to keep the lucidity dipped in an sudden and intense unreasonable moonlight that invades our privacy. /// Parfois les photos donnent un air halluciné à