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A small glimpse into city neuroses, between the serious and the playful.
It's nonsense written this morning while sipping my little coffee and secretly cutting out the diabolic sudoku from the last page of the bar's newspaper (1.50 euros saved eheheh).
Macchiato caldo.
Thank you.
And take away that damn CD of that idiot Mario Biondi first thing in the morning.
Interurban annoyances
Daily psychic ordeal
Like invisible sand under the foreskin
Everyone chasing unlikely tomorrows
Stepping on a dog's pearl hidden by a leaf
The elderly skipping the line at the pharmacy
While you dream of flying away
Invoking in vain a machine gun
Psycotropic scents in the subway
Heads bent into cellphones
The inspector is getting on too
Move, it’s green you son of a bitch
Christmas lights
With the Municipal Police behind your ass
Speed bumps
A siren passes and goes away
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