I see the free practice of creativity
Being crushed by
This institutionalized “free-time”
In a world where
We don’t have any control over the space.
In a world where
Streets don’t belong to us
In a world in which
Having fun is the indemnity
For all the damage and loss
During the labour process.
This city suffocates me
Neighborhoods transformed into dormitories.
The number of cars increases
And so the frenetic rhythm of our lives
Cutting off the interaction.
This conspiracy suffocates me
I see an excessive simplification
Planned to turn big cities
Into something abstract.
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turtleglasses said on 7/19/08 7:13 PM …
vocês são meu fotolog!! hauheuahue