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  • Under his hands
    the absence of rules
    meridians and scheduled time.
    His fingers measure the temperature
    of rocks and arid land
    no porosity, not even flammable liquids,
    but the city ignores this man
    whose roots trace the edges of the metropolis,
    far from the sea, the blue simplicity and the pure breeze.
    Yet, the reality drawn on his face is not eternal
    and the man in the outskirts of his laughter,
    reveals his shine.

    Picture taken downtown of São Paulo, Brazil.
    By Ju Bertechini.
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