peace cafe a middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their meal and they are each drinking a beer. it is 9 in the evening. she is smoking a cigarette. then he says something. she nods. then she speaks. he grins, moves his hand. then they are quiet. through the blinds next to their table flashing red neon blinks on and off. there is no war. there is no hell. then he raises his beer bottle. it is green. he lifts it to his lips, tilts it. it is a coronet. her right elbow is on the table and in her hand she holds the cigarette between her thumb and forefinger and as she watches him the streets outside flower in the night. .
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quinta-feira, 16 de setembro de 2010
. peace / paz
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Felipe
O bom é como ele fala bem, das coisas cotidianas.
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