In a black and white scene
friends find each other
precisely at 2pm
on a Sunday
when the breeze
coming through
a crack in the window
provokes a pause
they look at
the skyline
and it’s different
from what they
had imagined
a lazy orange
sun is counteracting
the ambition
setting and
laying
a palm
on their back
they share the
same cigarette
as it
becomes darker
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