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The city burns

Matte Field of View. View from above.

Smoky flavors, but cause anger still firmly on the walls of cervello.Parole read, but able to crush you against the ceiling.
There was this one, but do not seem to matter anymore.
And his eyes are always the same, while off the train. From the newspaper as it comes and gently browse magazines and newspapers, it is quiet, as if it had never been on the edge of the moat, to observe a sea of \u200b\u200bnothing.

front elevation. Dim lighting.
through the streets of all time, suddenly deserted. Join a local customer base and lacking in brightness. Order a cup of coffee.
Suddenly a thought flashed across the brain, as if it were always been there. He wonders if her mind, it remains a residue of intensity, like dust that accumulates on the floor. Do not know if this is so, and his heart gets a little 'more gray.

Review. Slight breeze.

He wanted to call. To feel any certainty, the minimum possible, to try to oxygen in a room without windows.
Breathe slowly, as if the wind could stop the chained series of thoughts. He wonders if she was right then, when he was so close he could hear also the squint of his eyes, and whispered in his ear that the sun sets only to rise again for dreamers again the next day.
That everything would be fine, that everything would be back in its place, though the night seems endless, even if breathing seems to be missing, although the city does burn our hearts.