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Chorei
Gritei
Me magoei
Me frustrei
Perdi
Caí
Me apoiei
Levantei
Caminhei
Andei
Corri
Cheguei
Conquistei
Aprendi
Me fortaleci
Venci e fiquei limpo
3 anos.
Turn the lights on!
As I ignite the lighter my obsessions manifested, floating in a transcendental eventide, like silhouettes, they wandered alone to a tangle of shadows in the sunrise. Embraced by the humid walls of this grayish city, the essence that filled the gaps of the improvised alleys in a pile of homes was vanished from my body which, with shades of melancholy, blurred the street from the opaque grey of the wet stones until the last wood hue of that last shack, where you still could see the pale yellow of light in the last lighted lamp post. Maybe by far, only for a few moments, I could get myself clear again, under that fascinating brightness that slipped to the cold wind, like a fluttering orange dress, glowing at night. My desires quickly melted as words that broke down in an imperative mood stripping the brightness of my being to the abyssal sight of the dark. The streets were silent just like hostages of the morbid landscape of São Paulo suburbia. It was all so quiet that my footsteps see...
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