This morning I look like a baby, my eyes are swollen because I stayed in taste. The fresh air invigorates me on the face, along with the taste of coffee that I have in my mouth. Along a desolate road, but soon I will see a warm heart and button in the neighborhood, a block of thought concentrated, hands and feet in motion, and food items. I leave the pavement and airy in a second I melt in that nucleus, are in the market in Via Bears. My head is a ball among other things, flowing rapidly over a sea of \u200b\u200bbodies that meet and clash. The meaning of stimuli that experience congestion dazed, enchanted. The current slams me against a yellow tablecloth hanging from a tent, I hear Italian music, hundreds of tired and happy expressions appear and disappear like lightning. Sellers sucking cigarettes, some old ladies rummaging through the stalls soft mouths moving. I imagine to be a dog or a child, in the midst of those messy waves, watching walk on foot, the constant trampling on a floor of torn newspaper, mashed vegetables and blackened remnants. Through the market every Saturday morning, as a shortcut to reach the center. It 's funny to resist the mass nervous buttarmici in for five minutes. Just outside, only few steps will not feel anything, and there is a new wind and silence, as always, in the streets width of this city.
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