people walking around (IV)
There are people walking around who wear earphones to block the noise of the city, but received with joy to the guitarists who get on public transport and give away a bit of art for a while unique and unrepeatable versions unpublished or forgotten songs.
These people off guard players and headphones to listen to humans, and prepares a few dollars for those who do not cease to exist with humility and ideas will twitch in gray skin of the city. Before delivering his ideals down in the form of ticket and says he will not be blessed by God, who wants to see more of these expressions, and hear how there are others out there sitting with their coats of skin, wrinkles and his nose fine calling the move from collective guitar.
"With great content, right?" Replies the guitar, but the nose called love songs, and then people going around thinking aloud to be to not think; then down, and some blocks, he cries.
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The white voice
Important people gather round buildings with walls of large windows, high ceilings and staircases with metal railings that lead up to the mezzanine of vases on marble countertops.
He sits in chairs placed around a rectangular coffee table which supports the cafes and the New York Times. All around are pictures, erect on the walls, reviewing the slopes together. Talk about things that do not belong, do deals without shaking the dolls, unsigned papers. Speech, insults and put on the coffee table, stacked and tied with a band of other paper. Use fine suits, has blond mustache and strange smile.
His eyes roam the perimeter of the circle coffee table before getting up and nodded with pride. Walk to the elevators, leaving behind his footsteps to those responsible for opening the doors and down the red carpet. He sits in the back seat of the car without giving directions to drivers or wrinkle the pants pockets to fall. His shiny shoes go through the front yard to the door firmly shut behind them.
In the city there is a pale voice, whispering through the streets, filtered by the imperceptible cracks in the windows of cars for the locks, portfolios, penetrating throats, eyeballs, and delivers gifts to attract the poor with carols and crosses, kneels on the carpet imported from the house and smiles upon those who remain on their shoes, and is long, not hurried but has many mansions and flats round to visit .
Important people gather round buildings with walls of large windows, high ceilings and staircases with metal railings that lead up to the mezzanine of vases on marble countertops.
He sits in chairs placed around a rectangular coffee table which supports the cafes and the New York Times. All around are pictures, erect on the walls, reviewing the slopes together. Talk about things that do not belong, do deals without shaking the dolls, unsigned papers. Speech, insults and put on the coffee table, stacked and tied with a band of other paper. Use fine suits, has blond mustache and strange smile.
His eyes roam the perimeter of the circle coffee table before getting up and nodded with pride. Walk to the elevators, leaving behind his footsteps to those responsible for opening the doors and down the red carpet. He sits in the back seat of the car without giving directions to drivers or wrinkle the pants pockets to fall. His shiny shoes go through the front yard to the door firmly shut behind them.
In the city there is a pale voice, whispering through the streets, filtered by the imperceptible cracks in the windows of cars for the locks, portfolios, penetrating throats, eyeballs, and delivers gifts to attract the poor with carols and crosses, kneels on the carpet imported from the house and smiles upon those who remain on their shoes, and is long, not hurried but has many mansions and flats round to visit .
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