sexta-feira, 19 de abril de 2013


The busy periphery of the city, workers and shoppers trudging the muddled and muddied Saturday streets for a few last chances before the awnings go up and the metal doors down and all goes silent until the new week begins, its repetitions and eternal hopes for god's blessings, for better sales, and may health linger. Cheap boots with a fake furry lining on display, and he says 'the price is good', and i say, 'yeah, you won't get far in those,' and we get back into the car, for we've only come here to help his friend with a delivery, and i sit beside him and we watch a mother and daughter go by, hefty long-skirted lady with a bible and the girl in her tight-jeaned youth and he sneaks a peek out of the corner of his eye and i look around and say 'this place is depressing, let's get the hell outta here' and i know i am saying goodbye today and i can´t quite believe i had to come to this place to do it.

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