In a city, that afternoon the sun was scorching, tall buildings seemed to want to claw at the sky-claw. For what, the sky asks, what are you disturbing the tranquility of my life for, whether the noise outside your body is not enough.
One day in a boisterous town, a dog barked non-stop, whether it was to its master or the people on the street. What's the reason for whether the noise outside your body is not enough. The dog replied, I hate the voices of others but I hate the sounds in my body more, so I shout for all to be quiet, that this hubbub will be quickly driven out of this hot city, this rowdy mind.
That afternoon, in the bright city of night lights, which was hot by the hustle and bustle, discordant sounds, noise, hatred, hostility and false sweet smiles were so close to life, like a pulse with a pulse, like a sea with water, swiping, surging, beating life. The days are full of falsehoods, and a sense of pride in mere jokes.
One day in that city.
I took my breath, I took my love, I felt jealousy so that my eyes kept closing, imagining the silence before I was awake.
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