Cold spring like morning. It’s late and I don’t care. My head is heavier than Jupiter and my thoughts two times further than Pluto. It is just another day and the radio is on and I’m listening to an old and strange tune suffocating delicately the noise of the engine. Riders on the storm… Riders on the storm... Up on a ladder he’s cleaning a window… that’s fun. A wide glass transparent window; and his green t-shirt went up… and my thoughts went down, got out of the car and behaved like a curious alien.Photo: http://www.designboom.com/cms/images/anita05/window07.jpg
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