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Monday, April 27, 2009
A face. A flower. A walk through the everyday urban environment. A corner shop. They are selling food and dreams. In front of it a park. Old women chatting. Young people gossiping. A pigeon is running after some breadcrumbs. A businessman kicks it unintentionally. Back on the street a police officer is giving a ticket to a car parked on the curb. Right in front of the tiny store selling food and dreams. A boy is leaving the store with a small candy bar. Funky Paradise chocolate. He thinks about pigeons. Should he give them a little crumb? What was that feeling on his head? He turns his sight towards the sky. Pigeons are flying above him. He is now the involuntary target of their daily needs. A splashing rain. No crumbs for them. Back on the Funky Paradise choco bar. An illusion. A dream. Imaginary landscapes. A place where words become a choco bar. Old women still chatting. A curious world. Where imagination takes place.
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