Devastation
The dentistry labs multiplied in our poor suburb, the same
with the pharmacies, and the coffin makers. The evenings
are green light bulbs on discoloured doors, ling lighted
planks. A forgotten faucet, on the Korakas side street,
drips all night long in front of the flower shop and
the barbershop. Someone cleans his shoes in front of
that door as if he would enter a big empty hall, with its
shiny, waxed marble floor and the appearance of the place
seems unfamiliar to him, same with his way of walk
and movement, the lack of windows, the silence, the key,
the kerchief.
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