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In the dim lamp light it seems
On the hillsides along the highway of snow.
Some have lived here forever, and human life
Seems to them something short, how fleeting,
They are skeptical of those other stray,
In people lost in the maze of courtyards,
They see enemies or, more precisely, thieves,
Stealing something here and not in excess.
In the sink, as you know, the place lacks only the snail
Warm and pliable fills the spiral of concrete.
People smoke, gobies habitually throwing from the balconies
People asleep in the flickering light of the screens,
People wonder at the arrows of cranes.