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No sleep's particle orbits in my sky. The stars twinkle so far and intensely that the Universe appears to be expanding but remains trapped in my brain. All desired light will get away through my eyeballs' darkness and the vaporous thrill of the

Someone tells me I can be happy if I don't look for happiness in the corners of the city where I live in the sea flooding into my eyes in the constellation's twinkling of my night in the new moon darkness of dream and if I let time go by indifferently

To feel the hot and tough sun irradiating from the shop windows glasses and the coachworks of parked cars on the street lanes or sidewalks of the avenue where I live in Benfica close to the shadows of the Monsanto Park which I guess is at the other side

Today I am perplexed from images my eyes catch all obscured mass of surrounding light at the ignited core of my mind where I don't know why all my friends other beings and environments reveal no usefulness due to the indifference I feel on