Monotony
My eye can see on buildings, some covered with bricks and other concrete tiled buildings ... but in the end. In some people, people gathered, some working, others are just looking forward to bedtime. I see through a window a couple naked on a desk. Not give them importance. Scenes as these are common up here. windy and the breeze cooled my face. It might rain. cars passing below, with the mad rush that only gives the city. The light has stopped them. I think that the high lasts about thirty or thirty-two seconds. Now continue on their way crazy. A lot of pedestrians have difficulty crossing the street, they should build a walkway. I have read in a newspaper they would build one later this year ... What I do I care? Spend an ambulance making a deafening noise ... probably take someone to the hospital. Will an injured person with a heart attack or maybe dead? The cars away, more out of habit than out of consideration. I can see the faces of indifference of drivers and people walking around, and do not flinch at the misfortune of others. Nor does it matter much if the person who goes inside is dead or not. Ambulances have lost credibility. News also have been responsible for how are you numb to things. I think people are very interested also if they themselves are still alive. At least in my case. A bird perches on the branch of a tree planted in the street. He does not care what happens below. Picks his tail with his beak. Shakes. She looks at me strangely. Keep your flight indifferent. Far flies a strange flag ... a flag. But it flies so nice, like the flag that is at the center of the ring was at my house. That which seemed so large and until now I realize how small it was. Here the clouds are gray and smog can barely see the sky. Where I come from, are white clouds and blue sky makes them look soft and light. And if that flag is clear and falls on the sidewalk? Maybe then it would break a little weary of the poor people walking down there. The tip of an iron structure (perhaps "wanted" to be an imitation of the Eiffel Tower) overlooking between buildings. The carts down, and no one turns to see her. His base was spotted from the last protest of peasants. Tris check left the city. Likewise, the tower is held high, pretending to be useful to the world. In the end, a white light flashes rhythmically. It may be to indicate to aircraft landing nearby, they should not fall more than that ... No, a plane crash would be too. Just down the block from the side, there is a huge house with a large garden abandoned. You never see people. Only a small black-colored dachshund tail wagging walks through the garden. Every morning I see it. Comes to running, borders the empty pool and cracks of the old house, urine and reappears. He looks happy. Two vehicles have collided on the Avenue. Drivers hysterical down their vehicles and began arguing. From here, I saw clearly that the driver of the red car has been to blame. He ran high. They all go that high. Rarely seen. Is hidden behind a huge tree branches. Should prune. Maybe call the police. Has formed a huge queue of cars. I go whistling. Suddenly I do not argue. Delivered a little cards. Each one gets into his car and move on. The vehicle knot is undone. Too bad, maybe if they'd grabbed blows ... I see my watch. I notice that it is too late. Nearly five o'clock. If I trouble, I'll have to postpone everything until tomorrow again because the start time is at five and a half. Also, if I hurry, maybe scope to appear tomorrow in the newspaper. And is that a suicide always breaks up the monotony ...
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