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There was a travelling song
heard on a road in the public transportation, there was a mute, natural carelessness that I supported my belief on. There were my eyes looking far away as through an absent horizon, the cop with a cane was watching the time going up and down in the station on the steps of people becoming themselves. The days and nights were filled, the indifference was at home. Groups of carolers are walking in the city one after the other instigating my hearing.
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