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and if walking on an infinite avenue you suddenly feel that you are getting rid of the load of useless thoughts, getting lighter as you pass through laboratories, bars, pharmacies and a legitimate smile threatens to appear between your lips when you cross the parallel streets under the streaked sky by commercial jets, under the magical, slow fall of the yellow leaves of Earth's trees, feeling the breeze of the calm wind, leaving shoes behind, then socks while bare feet feel the pavement vibrate as the cars pass, the loaded buses of appointments and further on the clothes slide down your body to the floor, the watch too, the wallet, phone, glasses and it's still this beautiful and intense morning, the sun is hot and bright and all yours, just like the endless avenue, the flowery courtyards of the houses, the dogs and the traffic lights, then the unmistakable scent of September, then the flow of time like something friendly and you start feeling transparent, you becomes invisible and then nothing, nothing else...

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