Grippe suna. I prevent. But this also, leaves pra another hour. Images of one another day, one another life or one another thought, had flied ahead free of my forehead. I walked.
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But also you not wanting to make favour. Chronicle narrative – as soon as it called in cursinho? I sat down in those banquinhos for it are of redoma of glass where bizarra has a sculpture, meaningless and ugly, that seems a great hollow trunk. A Japanese to my side seated. I had, yes, one of those cold, calculating thoughts and of cabrita sorta: but nor pra to seat a minimum interesting man? It had that to be one tiazona Japanese disagreeable? I took off then a paper of the old knapsack, where before it rolled the money that it needed to pay a note that I needed. The money rolled exempts for the small pocket, and my fingers had searched a penxs. Rascunhei, despretenciosamente. Step before step, passopelos ways of before, caminhoj had been dreams, already they had been tantosregistros deaf people of an imprisoned shout I heard to the chords soltosSegui far the route that my feet traaramVi faces before never vistosVi in go the space ocoVi the wires that entrecortavamdo alone to skies, the glass and the dust. Vi the worthy image of retratoenquanto pro came back place of origin. It was the end in color of first invernodos summer rays, were faces that never virafitando the empty space in go, were the wires tearing it cusem the touch of its mosem the light one to beat of them veiassem the confused and sincere look.