Monday, 26 December 2011

empty street



It is one of those late nights when the ocean wind blows its hot breath through the empty boulevards.

It is now only the municipality palms that sway sexy and robots flirting, switching their lights to no-go for the ghosts.

A cat jumps over the wall, a dog walks past and a bum sways like those palms but he is not sexy.


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