GREEN SHOTS IN PEN

 

Instant Shot Lines

The Elevator and The Explorer's Bags:  "Iron door, Yellow Floor, and Wooden Knowledge Put Inside Crafted Bags."

 

Instant Short Lines

 

Line 2: The String of Gates and the Winds Are High with Pouring Rain. But Little is Left Beyond the Metallic Sounds

 

 

Line 3: Inside Brown Boxes,  Disappearing Merchandise and Single People in Waiting Lines

 

 

Line 4: Changing Sounds into Coping Rain, but again without Flashlights

 

 

Line 5: At the very end an Indifferent Sense of Human Recovery Will Certainly Come up in Compact Spaces

 

 

Line 6: For an Instant Seeing through on the Walk Street Line

 

 

Line 7: One by One the Group Arrives Adding a New Meaning to It

 

 

Line 8: No Place to Move Just Straight Forward, Better Waiting Up on Single Stairs

 

 

Line 9: The Interval Refilled with Drops that Do Not Stop!

 

 

Line 10: Shoulder to Shoulder Silently Raising Up on the Empty Crossing

 

 

Line 11: When in and out of Unknown Dilemma: Provide for the Better or Renounce for the Worst

 

 

Line 12: The Simple Entrance Remains on a Frontal Visible Line while the Exit Door Disappears behind Closed Curtains

 

 

Line 13: A Sudden Change Up on the Chair that still Awaits the New Movement

 

 

Line 14: Dust and Blurred Glass with no Sharp Divisions Among Fragmented Pieces

 

 

Line 15: An Undisturbed Sense of still Waiting while Approximating soon to another Week, now...no Escape 

 

 

Line 16: Open Empty Papers and Art Drawings Containing an Apparent Silhouette among Traced Voices Invading a Remaining Past

 

 

Line 17: Shining Neon Lights and Rectangular Tables Coldly Embracing new Shapes

 

 

Line 18: The Unexpected Scratching Sounds Audible Between Urban Dark Spaces, just for an Instant on Street Paths  

 

 

Line 19: Finally and at once Large Paper Trays, Unreserved and Loaded, fully Available, and already Taken by all Commuters having no Time Left for own Food Preparation

 

 

Line 20: A Seat Adjusted next to a new Identical Seat, an Absence of Long Waiting Queues, with People Watching and Staring, Staring and Watching, till the End of any Given Transition

 

 

Line 21: Street Metal Signs Have Been Stamped with Infinite Bus Numbers, which Are Shown again on the Red Lines of Single Journeys 

 

 

Line 22: An Enveloping Confusion while Crossing Bridges and Stone Pathways, above Traffic Lights, which Can Amplify Variant Colors and Divided Meanings under Restraining Road Symbols

 

 

Line 23: The Discernible Future of Tech-Net-Access to fully Provide Obscure Geometric Pieces Being Anchored between Fingers, for Objective Techniques Perpetuating Procrastinated Moments

 

 

Line 24: The Past that Does not Lie in the Present with a Silent Stuffed Storage Warehouse

 

 

 Line 25: The Syndicated Group just Follows no Matter What, and the Trail of Swinging Open Arms Remains without apparent Direction 

 

 

Line 26: The Imposing Human Cave Sectioned in Metal Square Meters already Closed, Sold, and Sealed for the next Incoming Buyer with no Clue

 

 

Line 27:  A Compressed Merchandise Arranged in new Attracting Colors Is on Display in Separate Pieces Selling for the Present Day. Despite first Visual Impressions, all Is already Forgotten on Mobile Escalators and Pink Marble Stairs

 

 

Line 28: The Selection of Origami Sold Is Designed under a full Absent Ground due to the Atrophy of a Single Choice 

 

 

Line 29: The Blue Boy and the Plastic all Around Him - The Violet Girl and the Rubber all Around Her

 

 

Line 30: The Sculpted Heart Is Pumping inside the Enclaves of a Garden along the Closeness of Strangers' Eyes

 

 

Line 31: Manifesting Thoughts, Using Bodies, Sharing Flags, all Grouped together under the Inscrutable Sun, Regressing in the Form of a Translucent Foil

 

 

Line 32: Miniscule Alleyways Start to Fill up in the available Urban Space, with common Transcendent Movements of  Local Assembled People, the Sortie however not Granted

 

 

Line 33: A Never Ending Building Block after another Similar Constructed Block, down the near Street: People's Shoulders to Shoulders, and Individual Shapes after Other Groups' Shapes Converge, but Blindly no one Notices while Standing on the same Marching Line

 

 

 

Line 34: The Public Expected March Has Come to an End Surrounded by Dredging Unsounded Stone Walls

 

 

Line 35: Together Raising up single Arms while Quietly Getting some Walking Distance through Queuing Lines, which Slowly Appear just in front of Separated Men and Women

 

 

Line 36: An Undisturbed Public Official Memory of the Present in the Face of Changing Tides that Will Be Coming next...

 

 

Line 37: Running Faster for Hours and Hours with Infant Steps Pressing on the Ground, while Reaching Enormous Urban Squares that Are already Left Empty by full Invisible Trails

 

 

Line 38: Cutting through the long Waiting Crowds in Absolute Peace of Mind and total Silence

 

 

Line 39: The Deliberate Loud Sounds of Mechanical Trucks Moving at very Short Distance near People's Assembly Square Celebrating Great Arriving Times 

 

 

Line 40: The Blue Balloon Freely Floating from the Hands of old Experience to the Hands of Infant Innocence

 

 

Line 41: An Apparent Contrast of Rolling Chairs Pushed by Forgetful Souls Caring just only for Inner Circles

 

 

Line 42:  Mass Organized Travels of Workers Shifting between Daylight Road Marches and Daynight unspoken Mergers Pursued in the Darkness of Crowded Parking Spaces

 

 

Line 43: Tireless and Motionless, the old Visages Leave a Sense of the Tragic Past and Long Communal Divide

 

 

Line 44: In Street Performing Scenes, Collective Roads Discover again the Silken Pink Symbol of a Futile Dream

 

 

Line 45:  Set in Front of the Celebratory Entrance, the Large Party's Door Has already Been Opened; New Visual Images Are Shown in Record Time to Local Collective Audiences

 

 

Line 46: Gathered together, each single Face Overlaps on new other Faces, even though Trying to Reach a Mutual Exclusion Zone away from Identical Visions, still Unsuccessfully

 

 

Line 47: The Formation of Urban Barricaded, almost Intestine Little Streets, always Leads to small Corners Crowded with Precarious Food Stalls, just Standing, and Selling, and Touching, Internal Closing Borders 

 

 

Line 48: One last Occasion to Get the small Affordable Collection of an Ancient Brown Rice Immediately Reversed into Synthetic Plastic Bags, still Hot!

 

 

Line 49: The Universal Cluttered Vending Venue of Tiny Coffee Cups Resting on the Counter to Be Taken Away into the Cold without any Reflective Thought 

 

 

Line 50: The Amiable Smile and Time to Chat and Sip some more Tea, while simply Relying on Foreign Words for a Stormy Conclusion of Cold Talks

 

 

Line 51: The Iron Gates Are Open with Orange Balloons, Labourers' Offers and Custormers' Time Are Checked in few Seconds, with Lights down during Lunch Breaks - while Hiding out the Dark Abyss of Deplorable Human Conditions 

 

 

Line 52: The Little French Shop Displayed inside a Corner of Massive Malls, with Enormous Descending Entrance Halls of Changing Stores, Leaving out just one last Centimeter always Accessible To all  

 

 

Line 53: The 360° Degree Smile of the old Posh Lady, Slowly Coming Out of her Family Flat, while Silently Scrutinizing an Unknown Irreversible Step

 

 

Line 54: Very Loud Complains Passing through Neighboring Walls, with Strong Reactions Releasing Uncommon Whispering Sounds Emanating from Distant Voices 

 

 

Line 55: The Compacted Space of a similar Identity Printed in a Color Photo already Trashed on the Silly Ground 

 

 

Line 56: Within Urban Limits, It is Fading away a Twinkling Light of the last Apartment Cubicle, for the Good of Invisible and soon Forgotten Human Drama

 

 

 

Line 57: Urban Groups Overlapping with each other through new Cold Cement and then again Cracked Old Cement, already Dried and Sealed for an Entire 100 Year Period,  simply Resting in Perpetuity

 

 

Line 58: Dismissing an Irreparable Small Business Closure, where no one Cares while Walking fast across Surrounding Corners in order to Shop and Buy again

 

 

 

Line 59: The Public Buildings' Rotating Cascade of Debris and Rotten Walls and Falling Balconies which Remain Silently Defeated

 

 

 

Line 60: The Long Upcoming Distance at Night on the Street, Forced Running and Shadows Left behind, when no one is around only Silent Rain and Closed Shutters

 

 

 

Line 61: The Ultimate 7 Eating Joints Are available At Night during Hunger Rounds, when there is not a single Chance of Buying any other type of Edible and Ready Snack

 

 

 

Line 62: The 109 Steel Colossus of Force Made of Glass and Hight, with empty Chocolate Boxes all Sold and Carried all away for Good

 

 

 

Line 63: Night Festivals and Canceled Transportation Rides, finally the Last City Bus Appears for simple Recovery and a Moment of Enjoyment, soon Shared with Urban Socialites in Mountaineers' Clothing, Fitting Winter Caps and Night Sunglasses 

 

 

 

Line 64: The Marketplace: Sitting on Grey Bricks, the old Gentle Female Poor Sellers Offering Cabbage Pieces after other Pieces of what Has Been just Left for the Day

 

 

 

Line 65: The Generous Man Selling a Coconut Pile on Market Street, with untidy large Belly, Sliding Men' Trousers Supported by a Leather Belt, and a Hand Knife Used to Crush the Brown Shell on single Requests with Sharp Cuts

 

 

 

Line 66: The Bamboo Sticks Netted in a Mat, Serving to Wrap up the Rice and Core Condiments in a Long Tube Shape for Local Customers, a final Cut Smashes all Ingredients into small Uniform Circles Sealed with Seaweed at once!

 

 

Line 67: Hundreds of Pressing People Reaching for their Absolute Favorite Food Stall at the Market, while the Young Man on the Central Line Keeps Selling without Pause with Watery Drops Falling Down on his Forehead, and Earing Connection off at Each Minute

 

 

 

Line 68: The Visible Quiter Spot Displaying Fresh Breads, where a middle-aged Son after Baking the Last Batch Is Resting , while his Mom Starts Selling White Soggy Sponges, which Have Been Perfectioned for almost 90 Years..., And not a Word of Proudness 

 

 

Line 69: Pensioners gather together Collecting Red Open Bags, Casually Put on the Market Ground, Strangely enough the Content Inside Moves, with Apparent long Tongues and Ondular Spherical Joints of Snakes, which Are available for any Selling Price, No Insurance Option though

 

 

 

Line 70: The Large old Central Avenue, where Fuming Electric Lines and Dark Bricks Are almost Falling Apart, while Iron Cast Steel Destroys the Urban Space Made of Symbolic Ancient Surroundings, in the meantime a Brown Liturgic Temple Gets Ready for Dust Covers

 

 

 

Line 71: The Slow March Advancing on Urban Lines with People's Sports Shoes Glued to their Present Needs

 

 

Line 72: The River Fish Captured and Set inside Plastic Bags, while single Plastic Envelopes Become full of Passive Circular Eyes

 

 

Line 73: The Apartment Block Project Is Cancelled in favour instead of an Imploded Shape of a Cemented Arena, Leaving as National Legacy just Glasses already Broken 20 Years in advance 

 

 

Line 74: The Changing Mortal Aggregation of Stand-by Passers, while at Night They Stop Silently Contemplating the Chosen Direction, but only for a second

 

 

Line 75: The Incommensurable Industrial Noise of Building Machines Rolling over Human Trajectories, already Distant from Common Learning and Gentle Natural Lives

 

 

Line 76: Finding some Refreshing Air under the City's Dried Trees, where a Million of Neon Lights Sell on Offer the Air-Conditioning of a Freezing Moment

 

 

Line 77: The Simple Happiness of a short Family Walk, with the Trio's Satisfaction Manifested through an easy Sunday Smile

 

 

Line 78: Instantly Feeding the Need of Sweet Soft Pastry Sealed in Transparent Plastic Pockets

 

 

Line 79: In open view, each lived Window Showing Off the City Aging Limits with Lives Surrounded by Ancient Walls

 

 

Line 80: Summer Sunset Reflected on Aluminium of Street Food Carts with a Decomposing Grey Road Releasing its heavy Essential Smell of Basic Survival

 

 

Line 81: The Cracked Wood Bench and a Step Forward Finding Millions of Single Cheap Scooters Parked during Bikers' Lunch Pause, on long Street White Lanes

 

 

Line 82: The Maternal Empty Nest and the Iron Office Box still Attracting a Compromising Youth for short Satisfactory Tracks

 

 

Line 83: Assembling old Age Memorabilia Stuffed inside Refined Vases, where the detailed Pattern Is Lost from Common Memory, Unfortunately 

 

 

Line 84: A Long Ancient Paper Scroll Redefines Gentle Mystic Mountains even though Surrounded by Rocky Borderlines

 

 

Line 85: Constructions over re-Constructions Presenting Foggy Window Panels for the main Public Building, already Consumed and Collapsed on Green weaker Stones

 

 

Line 86: Semi-spherical  Cages where to Place even a Million of Colorful Umbrellas, just near the Library's Automatic Door, no Need to Use Pick-up Electronic Cards

 

 

Line 87: Students' Performance with a Brown Paper Dragon Moving towards Invited Guests and Public Audience but just inside the Sport Green Arena

 

 

Line 88: Slim Young Mums Grabbing heavy Baby Trolleys in Common Transportation Buses and Pulling In and Out through the Exit, without Extended Helping Arms of any Present Indifferent Soul

 

 

Line 89: Daily Boring Routine with hours' Shifts, short casual Walks, slow Pedestrians' Steps, while Crossing the Road, for a brief Life in the same Present

 

 

Line 90: A Chosen Admission of new Orange Uniforms Spreading out in each and every empty Space, Preparing for a Crowded and Contained Transition 

 

 

Line 91: Full Circles of Rain and again Iron Rain Washing Up the Sacred Unspoken Communion of Neighboring Urbanities

 

 

Line 92: Digging-up Mass Transit Lines Scrutinized across Time by Individual Balconies Observing with no Periodic Breaks

 

 

Line 93: Scratching out Sick Pieces of Log Wood Dismantled from an Isolated Trunk Tree

 

 

Line 94: Marketing Industrial Chicken with a Deep Oily Skin Inclined at 180 Degrees, just before the Frying Test for Bar Customers

 

 

Line 95: A Moving Quadrangular Food Container Is Supported by a single Cart - while quickly Ejecting Random Pieces of Cooked Flour Joints

 

 

Line 96: Month after Month, Filling the Storey Shelves, Filling the Tiny Subshelves, and Leaving no Place for Human Connection. In the meantime, small Corner Spaces Are already full with new Goods.

 

 

Line 97: A Rounded Collapsing Pavement of Side Roads Collects a Sustained Rain Pouring in heavy Weight on the Surface 

 

 

Line 98: Meeting and Waiving a Polite Hello but Leaving hidden a Slightly Forced Conclusion

 

 

Line 99: Parking Lights 24hrs Open through Sky Net Webs, Distributed over and over again till the 300th Floor with a Silent End

 

 

Line 100: The last Education Version of Middle Measure for a Synthetic Dimension of Nothingness

 

 

Line 101: When Lights Are Down, Mandatory Exchanges of Overlapping Stamps Might Intensify at Times

 

 

Line 102: The Indulgent Attachment for Having Better and Better Things Reflecting Modern Transitional Shapes which Remain Same as the Day Before

 

 

Line 103: Multiplying Rounded Contours of Open Exits which Parade the Absent Plan

 

 

Line 104: Hearing Uncommon Single Words that Are Repeated just for the Satisfaction of Having the Right Word to Say to All 

 

 

Line 105: The Renewed Inclusion of Colourful Jackets Lacking the Somber Awareness of a Conflicting Past

 

 

Line 106: Forcing a Punch on the Face while Irreconcilable Positions Lead to a Separation Twist

 

 

Line 107: A Gregarious Advancement for Work Recognition Reappears, while the Road under the Feet Sinks toward the Abyss 

 

 

Line 108: The Sparkling Yellow Facade with Red Flowery Balconies Testifies well Done Efforts of Past Lives

 

 

Line 109: The Somber Cracked Window Is Tragically Closing Down for the Ever After

 

 

Line 110: A Glassed Balcony Blocking the View already Effaced In & Out Home

 

 

Line 111: A Sudden gentle Passage Accompanied by simple Beauty despite the Tragic Hanging Spasm of Someone Ending Life too soon

 

 

Line 112: Elegant Terrace Tables Made in Plastic and Arranged with Paper Boxes Prepared for Night Diners out in the City

 

 

Line 113: Stone Sidewalks Are at full Capacity with Bodies Standing on the Edge in Order to Avoid Rainwater Filling Up Concrete Holes and empty Shapes

 

 

Line 114: The Little Bird Sold over Mounts of White Rice Eaten up Instantly

 

 

Line 115: Obscure Long Caves Hiding Up Million Connected Cables Greasing the Underground Soundless Stratum 

 

 

Line 116: There and then Buying the Modern Toy Gift with a Pronounced Disclaimer Tag for unexpected Troubles 

 

 

Line 117: Going Round and Round, the Shop Lights Add Up Sensory Frills, Alerting about Meaningless Iron Containers on the Way

 

 

Line 118: Hard to Find the Tick Orange Line of Shellfish Condensed on Sticky Rice Grain Resold Number of Times

 

 

Line 119: The Casual Foire Stool and the Casual Crowd Drowning Boringly under Separate Tables 

 

 

Line 120: De-Structured Boxes Made in Glass Are Warm enough to Reject Intruders' Invasion at 360°

 

 

Line 121: A Sign of No Passing Over the Fences with Not Sure Exit in View - while Ending up Toward the little Corner of the Hollow Shop

 

 

Line 122: Agreed for the Sparkling Bride Dress but Disagreed about the Flowery Jacket Destined to the Groom

 

 

Line 123: On Sale! A Long Wedding Dress with a Long Back Tail Spreading out on the Floor of Lighted Mirrors

 

 

Line 124: Unending Desire to Order that perfect Special Day despite the Celebratory Reception fully Left to PC Coded Lines of Robotic Cards already Forgotten

 

 

Line 125: Carefully Sporting a comfortable Upper Body Top in Purple Colour Including Fancy Matching Shoes, while Avoiding to Meet Regular Commuters Running at Work daily

 

 

Line 126: Hard to Resist at a Solid Chunk of Pink Oily Chicken almost Eaten Up on the Serving Moment, Using Long Wooden Sticks Ready for a new Round

 

 

Line 127: Hundreds of Old Hotel Windows in White Testifying Souls' Passages of the Past and the Central Water Fountain Ejecting on Four Sides, while Showing Its True Colours

 

 

Line 128: Indifferent Urban Chaos where a tiny little Boy Is Traversing through a Long Asphalted Road, with Grandpa Gripping his Hand silently despite his Clear Resistance 

 

 

Line 129: Posh Refreshing Soups Sold on the Menu at the Higher Price yet to Be Paid

 

 

Line 130: After People Have Been Walking on It for Years, finally the Street Pavement Supported by Grey Modeled Stones Collapses all at once, sadly without any Notice

 

 

Line 131: Utter City Attention for the new Arrival of Foreign Groups temporarily Lost, however Searching for the Missing Puzzle of their own Recognition

 

 

Line 132: Rapidly Changing Currencies, Changing Steps without Direction, Changing Used Jackets, with an inner Smile

 

 

Line 133: Over the Years, a Rounded Brown Shape of that Perfect Mould still Burns while Creating Identical Sweet Pieces readily Bought

 

 

Line 134: The Metallic Colourful Covers and the White Wall Space Packaged for Visual Attention despite some Sporadic Absences

 

 

Line 135: Finding the Final Bus Stop, Individuals Are Rushing Backward and Forward just Aiming at Getting the Usual Daily Ride to Go Home

 

 

Line 136:  Hidden Places for Industrial Disparaged Scraps Left inside Red Cubic Meters Baskets, in the meantime each Transformed Piece Is Put Back on New Boutique Counters

 

 

Line 137: Holding Hands and Waiting, Waiting and Holding Hands for the Sharing Moment of a Ticket never Paid

 

 

Line 138: Easy Wear with Comfort Yellow Trousers Accompanied by ancient White Sport Shoes Used together on the same Finite Day

 

 

Line 139: Nothing else matters now, best to Keep Safe with One Million Plastic Bags, all in one Hand, while Retaining full Contents all the Way through a Fast Passage

 

 

Line 140: Right out from the Street, the Smell of Fresh Paint to Adorn the new Bakery's Shop correctly Bridging Space on Offer for Young Shiny Butter Breads

 

 

Line 141: Brand new Areas to Expose Stiff Consumers' Packets Sealed for the Single Use, where hidden Carton Boxes Overlap on each other Containing Plain Brown Grains, not yet ready for Individual Instant Portions... to Go

 

 

Line 142: Over the Years the Scarred Tree Still Stays, in the Middle of a Circular Court Used as a Parking Lot, with Tens of Thousands Motorbikes rapidly Moving In & Out of It

 

 

Line 143: Separate Screen Glasses Existing In-Between the Broken Forcing Hands and the Humble Accepting Hands

 

 

Line 144: White Food Containers Adapted to Sell long Carrots Have Been Piled Up for the Market Day, Resting on untidy Floors without any Pause 

 

 

Line 145: Daily Amounts of Fresh Lettuce Mountains Arranged on Market Booths and Quickly Selected by Tiny Strong Arms of Exploited Female Dealers

 

 

Line 146: Thinking about the Impossible: Trading Stock Prices Forgotten Once and For All

 

 

Line 147: Sunny Urban Shapes of massive Modern Buildings and Invisible Corridor Street Lines, Spreading out behind them, Perforating the inner Belly, just Surviving then on Raw Cheap Meals that Are Sold to Everyone Standing in Line

 

 

Line 148: Tidy Uniforms Closing Business at Lunch Hour, Taking a Break, and Slowing down at one o'Clock, however It never Dies the Permanent Need to Sell Something...

 

 

Line 149: Old Industrial Venues for a Million Offer on Huge Textile Goods of all Possible Colors, that in new Refitted Posh Areas Are Vanishing inside lots of Abandoned Moving Carts

 

 

Line 150: Single Word after another Single Word, Slowly Understanding the Comprehensive Terms of Trading Options only for the Present with Respect and a Smile

 

 

Line 151: Casually Opening a large Blue Bag Filled up with Generous Amounts of Edible Vegetarian Cubes Offered with a free Ticket Purchased  earlier

 

 

Line 152: Crossing a Crowded Trembling Bridge Suspended over the Lake, Children Run, and Old Hands Remain Frozen on the Red Long Pole, just in Case, as an Imminent Collapse Might Happen soon

 

 

Line 153: After a long Day out, Resting for some Time on a Bench at the Park. But still Asking to Go where Exactly, to Walk where this time, even though People Are here to Stay without Moving and just Watching for a while...

 

 

Line 154: Waiting on the Border of Coastal Sand, near the small Lake and the small little Rock, a Man on Top of It Simulates a Jump. Scattered Groups Observe Him, Contemplating in Silence. Despite Screams and Shouts the Swimmer Will never Jump, Preferring  instead to Remain on his Feet

 

 

Line 155: Long Alleys in the City Converging toward an Open Theatre, Individuals Sitting down on nearby Benches at the Park. In the meantime, Overlapping Groups of People Walk fast, Paying Attention to the Take a right Snapshot of Themselves and only Themselves...No one else matters...

 

 

Line 156: A Mechanical Twist of Green lights Emerging from somewhere above, Landing somehow on the Ground, Tracking down the Moving Vehicles, the Buses, the Bicycles, and the Routinized Innocent Life

 

 

Line 157: Calibrating Straight Pleasing Avenues, Looking at the Camera with a Smile, and a Persistent Intention to Kill a hot and humid Day 

 

 

Line 158: A Travelling Journey Connection in a Face to Face Discussion Running across Ten Thousand Miles in just a few Seconds

 

 

Line 159: Vacating quickly the Yellow Bus Seats, Reassessing new Bus Seats, in a Silent Corridor with a View

 

Line 160: The Corner Cake Vendor Sells Brown Soft Squares of Dried Curd Consumed on the Street for a Celebration Moment of Walking Souls

 

 

Line 161: A short Mountain's Trail and a Built-in Stone Door at the top of Damaged Stairs, together Showing a Visible Cutting Light through the Open Trees

 

 

Line 162:  Cold Water Running deep inside a dusty Toilet Sink, where an old Pensioner Takes his time to Prepare and Move out Slowly - Returning back to his Unreserved Café Table for an ordinary Afternoon Break - Newpapers Waiting to Be Read by him

 

 

Line 163:  A very young Selling Assistant Wears a bold Pink t-Shirt and Faithfully Provides a Five-Year Job Commitment, Feeling Safe on the Crossing Line of Complete Duty

 

 

Line 164: A Recorded Bus Driver's Voice Is Coming out unexpectedly from a Faulty Sound System, still inside the Bus. Repeating Sounds Don't Stop: One Time then a Second Time, a neverending Voice basically, Pronouncing the same Sentence all over again: 'Thanks and Please Come in...Thanks and Please Come in...' while outside Surroundings Have Morphed into Stone-Grey Blocks

 

 

Line 165: A Ton of Granulated Powder Liquid Has Been Mechanically Poured into large dark Bottles of 1000 ml. Advertised under a Glossy Name, Used for a Public Display of the Final Formula Sold for a Lifetime Survival of Lies

 

 

Line 166: At the Mall a young Couple Stops and together Contemplates the Price Offering of a newly Red Two Wheeler Asking for Attention. In the meantime the usual Crowd Keeps Moving all around them, barely Noticing the sudden Frozen Desire of the two to Buy It or Maybe Not?

 

 

Line 167: The unknown Power of Carrying alone the Supermarket Grocery Trolley with Wheels and Metallic Cages that Can be Used for every Purpose in Life: Pushing, Getting ahead, Surpassing the Blocks of Merchandise, and Finally Getting simply Physical to Cut Huge Group Lines with other Trolleys, Rushing towards Cashiers' Front Desks - or Self-paying Machines. Still Advancing no matter what, even directly over your own Body  

 

 

Line 168: Multi-Pack Bread Sliced Awaits new Buyers that Stop... Watch... and there and then Touch each single Pack of 50-Slices about 60 Times, just for the Pleasure of Getting a Peace of Mind, so again one more time, why not?

 

 

Line 169: A complete Circular Architecture with Geometric Shapes Destined for separate Apartments still Resounds across big Blue Clouds through Perished Wall Paints and Cracked Wooden Floors

 

 

Line 170: Always supporting your Client in Getting Him/Her the Best Experience each time - Even behind a tiny Counter - Forcibly Advertising all Retailer Merchandise just for the Individual Buyer, If Necessary...There is no Ending Story to It, Tragically

 

 

Line 171: The Cubic Seats Are perfectly ready at the Alien Restaurant Tables with Service Screens Options Displayed with a Single Touch in the Present for the Absent Future Clientele

 

 

Line 172: Foggy and Humid Traffic Roads: when It Happens unexpectedly the Fall of the Heart of the Hat Lady Dying alone on the Side of the same Road, not a Single Car Stops

 

 

Line 173: Extra Hot Weather 20 Degrees Centigrade higher than the Day before. Confused Crowds Move all around during this Lost Afternoon

 

 

Line 174: The Blue Metal Spikes of Bicycles Aligned Outdoors in the Long Corridor of Retail Stores, all Polished and Waiting in Compressed Devotion

 

 

Line 175: Rigid Sugar Leaves Cover other Leaves Attached with Adhesive Glue in order to Perform the Job for the Anniversary Cake despite the Remaining Need to Show a Real Attachment

 

 

Line 176: Leaving behind the Sugary Yellow Fluorescent Lollipop casually Crushed down Due to a simple Mistake

 

 

Line 177: The Synthetic Orange Fruit Wrapped with Translucent Parchment Paper and quickly Grabbed by Single Hands in a Secret Moment

 

 

Line 178: You Walk and Stare, You See and Walk, You Stop and Watch, and Finally Is Found the Pattern of an Ancient Precious Drawing Stamped on the Dark Wall just Built 150 Years Ago, still no one Knows It...

 

 

Line 179: Casually Entering the Unknown Danger Zone Obscured by large Terraces and Crispy Silver Papers Rolled into Colourful Shapes while Shaken by Incoming Winds at Times

 

 

Line 180: All Guest Rooms Are Booked for at least Next Five Years, all Are already Taken for another Ten Years, all of them Are Finally Sold out for Fifteen Years, all Have Finally Closed down and Will not Open back again

 

 

Line 181: A Popular Inflow of Entry/Exit Doors of Large Metro Stations, where Disengaged People Are Popping up simultaneously. Pressed People Are Stopping others on Common Routes, and Individual People Are Recognizing no one rather than themselves...

 

 

Line 182:  Standardized Tourists' Offers of Hot Food Dishes, Compressed in old Decadent Pictures with Street Menu Folded into Greasy Plastic Covers Showing nothing to See beyond the Norm

 

 

Line 183: A Staged Museum Collection with one Show fully Done while the other Is still totally Undone, in the Present of Things currently Available

 

 

Line 184: Window Mirror Glasses and heavy Construction Stones Are Piled up to Form Building Blocks soon to Be Vacated during Weekend Breaks

 

 

Line 185: At the City Market small Artistic Pins Are on Sale Having Sold for the Past 80 Years in all different Shapes and Sizes, Resulting in Desired Collective Choices, Remaining Fundamentally Identical, but Why... 

 

 

Line 186: A Shakespearean Doubt: Are They There or Are They Not There? Yes They Are: Cheap Plastic Chairs Attached to the Bar's Plastic Tables Arranged for casual Clients still Eating and Eating again the Good Cheap Food available across Popular Walkable easy Paths 

 

 

Line 187: A Public Space Is Visible with Three Low Stairs, Sitting on them an old Man with a White Beard who Is in a Pensive Mood but He Has already Left for the new Place Open just around a nearby Corner

 

 

Line 188: Red Papers' Lanterns and New Springy Outlook Refurbished for the Affluent Clientele

 

 

Line 189: Popular Foreign Pubs Adorned in Wood Materials and Solidified between High Urban Buildings for the Shared Purpose of Showing Silver Filaments of Human Connections

 

 

Line 190: The Usual Bus Collection Platform Destined for all Public Rides Has again Changed and Has Been Moved along an Unpopular Hidden Roadway due to Imminent Relocation Costs...Deep Shame

 

 

Line 191: Quietly Deciding to Sit on a Park Bench, Refreshing up with Pocket Handkerchiefs, nonetheless few Passersby with Red Hairs Mockingly Observe the Scene in Disgust, Showing a Cinical Mood for no Precise Reason

 

 

Line 192: Some Historical Laminated Geo-Maps of Major National Events Crafted with Hope and Dear Memories 

 

 

Line 193: Stopping for a Street Chit-Chat with no Handshakes, just Approving the Island's Culture Explained openly for Free

 

 

Line 194: Disused Regional Train Wagons Filled-up with Stolen Logs Submersed Underground and Traded Offshore for the Past 80 Years 

 

 

Line 195: Jazz Music on the Road, Arriving like a Breeze from an open Dance Festival where Dancing Partners Are Beginning with uncertain Moves and Stiff Steps. Good Luck! Time Will Tell...

 

 

Line 196: The Lights Have already Gone and the Bus Seats Are Available at Night. On the same Vehicle Is Possible to Transit through the Simple Unknown Lieu, by Reaching sometimes an Unwanted Destination in Despair...

 

 

Line 197: Transit Workers' Large Dark Eyes' Circles of 24 Hours Acting on Duty in Silence

 

 

Line 198: Restarting again and Trying to Reach the Identical Road Sign that only One Person Knows really

 

 

Line 199: A City that Is Fat and Split in two Parts during the Decadent and Wonderful Past

 

 

Line 200: Somewhere heavy Spoons of Boiled Cabbage Wrapped up in dense Flour Disks Cooked easily and Sold well each time...

 

 

Line 201: First Tea-Break during the Day: Holding a small Plastic Bag, Putting inside a Tea Paper Cup (Medium Size) Bought from casual Tea Sellers, then Retaining a Cold Heavy Liquid with little Sugar and finally Walking fast before the Drink Gets Warm

 

 

Line 202: Tight Office-style Cotton Collars, Combined with Dark Blue Pants, Have Become the Uniformed Clothes Items Preferred by Male Fellows Aspiring at Doing the same Jobs in Competing Seats Conformed over several Centuries

 

 

Line 203: Under Artificial Shining Lights of Pretty Urban Malls: Pensioners' Teams Spot an Immediate Exit Area Chosen to Go out Finally, after very long and Confined Walks almost Piloted during daily Shopping Tours

 

 

Line 204:  Neat Coral Shoes with high Heels of the Dark Hair Thin Lady Can Support her Decisive Steps even after Lunch Time

 

 

Line 205: A New-Built Colossus Apartment Increases on Its Height, Day By Day, Twisting and Shrinking wthin the Squared Surface of almost 100 Meters Set at Ground Level

 

 

Line 206: Time Is Up, Everyone Inside at Three o'clock under Deep Sun Heat and Gray Day Light. Nonetheless, Divided Tiny Apartments still Reappear despite Classic Asphalted Tracks Melting on the Way

 

 

Line 207: Quick Sights Noticed from Public Corners, especially when the new Rich Guy Manifests his new Possessions abroad with Regressive Proud Sentiments

 

 

Line 208: Silver Chairs in Blue Leather Skin Are already Full at the Small Bank Bulding, Group of People Gather around in Silence, Inside Designated Business Cubicles, where no one Moves Except for Red Twinkling Lights of Changing Numbers, Seen on Top of Large Counters

 

 

Line 209: Unperceptible Apartment Curtains Covered up with Dust, Resting in the same Transversal Position even after more than Thirty Years. Unfortunately, no one Can Notice the Final Last Embellishment of a Closed Old Window

 

 

Line 210: Right on the Cross Corner, Sitting on a Stool near a Glassed Panel of 7-11, One Is Able to directly Observe a Large Converging Crossroad: the Immediate Car Transfers, Red Traffic Lights, and Moving People, Including an Aged Woman Motobiker Breaking Away with Extravagant Travel Trips in the City

 

 

Line 211: The Altered Green Plants Systematically Set on Tables to Simulate a Natural Familiarity already Modified in Sand and Plastic, with no Regrets, for Upcoming Customers of the Modern Restaurant

 

 

Line 212: The Reunion of Bored Adolescents out from School, Sitting Together, while Individually Holding up Precious Secret Tablets of Mechanic Catalogues Made in the Old Past

 

 

Line 213: One Body Separates from the Other, and the Other Body Separates from Him/Herself,  Inside Travel Cabins of Suspended Metro Lines

 

 

Line 214: One, Two, Three, and Four Classmates Spent together an Hour Staring at a Black Panel Perpetrating a Dividing Silence with Mouths Shut for the Rest of the Hour

 

 

Line 215: The Headphones Plugged in the Ears and Quick Fingers Searching Contacts on Tiny Tiny Mobile Screens, while Same Men and Women Continue Walking and Keep Ignoring Large Inflows of People Moving all Around Them, in a Form of Dissociated Osmosis

 

 

Line 216: Long Working Years Have already Been Invested Behind a Messy Food Stand at the Town Market with Fresh Cooking Water on the Stove just Evaporating in Seconds 

 

 

Line 217:  The Contemplative Busy Couple Standing Inside their Open Market Space, Adjusted among another Thousand of Ordinary Sellers - while Politely Handing Out Short Snack Menus and Welcoming Unexpected Passersby Intrusions, with no Worries

 

 

Line 218: Large Young Crowds Returning Back Home from School, after six o'clock, Generating the Push Toward One Single Direction: Coffee Chain Stores Open for Snacking on Shared Tables

 

 

Line 219:  Gigantic Steel Trading Blocs Disproportionally Fixed in a Systematic Manner - by Transient Architects - on the Land, for Hundreds of Kilometers across Similar Smoky Cities, where Individuals from all Walks of Life Have to Survive on Bento Paper Boxes Containing Portioned Edible Ingredients Bought at a High Price 

 

 

Line 220: The Standardized and Enclosed Economical Blue-Gray Wall, the Orange Security Warning Signs, the Ugly Metallic Wires, Formally/Informally Declaring that You Are Already Out and You Will Still Remain Out, Additionally Exposed to External Elements for all Remaining Time

 

 

Line 221: The Constant Presence of an Urban Car Ring Partially Split in Half: on one Side Catching with High Habitable Towers Distributed on 500 Different Levels of Cracked Stones and on the other Emerging Low-key Houses Shaped on 3 Levels of Forgotten Living History, Covered in Brown Panel Shutters

 

 

Line 222: Fortuitously Finding an Alleyway Instantly Offering a Modest Round Wood Tea Table, the Sun Heat, the Silver Boiler, the Free Snacks, the Fugitive Chat, the Full Road Ahead, and the Five or More Happy Male Pensioners Taking some Time off...Somewhere Else...

 

 

Line 223: Standing Up the Rigid Aged Woman: Observing, Protecting, and yet still Uncompromising, Waiting on the Sidewalk Made of Tough Enduring Stones

 

 

Line 224: Happening Right Now: the Rapid and Noisy Movement of Large Buses that never Stops, of Locals Always Running into Each Other, of Cracky Vehicles Showing Off all sorts of Mechanic Gadgets, and Finally the Far East Wall Hiding the High Mountains left behind for Good

 

 

Line 225: Which Way Are You Taking Today?  Simply Down to the Southern Road or instead toward the Northern Road: Either Way the Stretch of Street Connects only for 50 km Going on both Sides, just in Case of Attempting to Foolishly Walk all the Way Back for Absolutely Nothing

 

 

Line 226: Heavy Levels of Summer Heat almost Melt the Asphalt, Pressed with Plastic Shoes, but the Advertised Location Signalled on a Sketched Street Map Is Finally Visible: Apparently all Avenues Will End in one Direction the City's Airport Gate    

 

 

Line 227: The Summer Hot Season Is Finally Over and the Urban Rain Slowly Pours in very Lightly, while Middle-Aged Ladies Experience the Happiness of a Second Unexpected Life

 

 

Line 228: A Claustrophobic Passage during the Day: Individually Waiting for a Ride among one thousand or more Sporty Two-Wheeler Vehicles; in the meantime the Unbreathable Air Turns Cloudy. Suddenly the 60 Year old Mother Travelling together with her Daughter (presumably) Stops on the Road and Starts Jumping Quietly - up and down - Just for the Joy of one Encounter, Her Friends Perhaps...Anonymity all Around

 

 

Line 229: Not a Single Soul Buys Inside the Mystical Place of Well Adorned Wood and Stone Crafts - Shopkeeper Remaining Silent, and the Single Entry Glass Door Gets Pulled from Time to Time, but the Gentleman who Owns the Space Keeps Working on a New Bracelet Paying no Attention to Incoming Customers. Strangely enough Surrounding Objects Are also Living in Their Own Life Telling a Deep Moving Story - once again - that no one Will ever Imagine

 

 

Line 230: After Mid-Afternoon Keep Walking a bit further away You'll Find a New Crossroad, a bit further down a Tree Road and Apparent Calmness, a bit further on It Is Sliding a Two-Wheel Chair very Peacefully, further on and on all Paths Are Finished but then They Restart once more at some Point Around the 1950s. Through Isolated Old Apartments Sadly Crushed by 30 Storeys of Cemented Blocks Promoted by Who and Especially for What? Escapism Might Help...when Facing Uglinesss

 

 

Line 231: The Ancient Culture Sits on the Knees of its Mother. The New Baby Arrives while Wearing Tiny Clothes and Discussing with his Parents in the Bus. In the Meantime, Foreign Groups Take a Break Catching the same Bus, despite the fact that a Local Crowd Is Awaiting outside at the Terminal Stop - to Enter again that same Vehicle - with Consequent Reduction of Seats and Messy Undertakings 

 

 

Line 232: The Large Tower of  Common Devotion Repeats Itself through Double Glass Windows and Crowded Flats with Fluorescent Lights Emerging from Internal Structures. Each High Iron Tower Sits down on a Huge Resting Hall that Has Been Emptied soon after Residents' Weekly Meetings. The Marginal Void Is Nonetheless under Control Always...

 

 

Line 233:  It Becomes Quite Easy Being Able to Consult Top Menus of the Day, Showing Progressive Numbers on Long Sheets that Correspond to Single Food Items and Boring Drink Sections. What Is Missing Is the Reality of Profound Smells of Savory Popular Soups, Simply Forgotten Time after Time

 

 

Line 234: For Now all Has Been Lost while the Rest Has Been Dismissed. However, a Gentle Smile Invites Guests to the Open Eatery. You Sit, You Decide, and then It Arrives a Blue Large Bowl. Something Is Swimming in a Liquid Broth but all Looks Perfectly Fine and Clear, Just at the End of this Extreme Difficult Journey

 

 

Line 235: The Side Line of an Indoor Market Appears Quite Dark, but in the Middle of the Day Simple Hunger Has Led Local People Nearby the Corners of Resized Eating Spots. There, most Workers Serve Fast and the Bony Structure of their Slim Bodies Involuntarily Performs a Dancing Rhythm of Dish Offers - Delivered Silently to General Customers. Modest Servers Return to Cooking Stations Un-noticed while Brown Frying Pans Make Loud Sounds

 

 

Line 236: A Coloured Brick Set on Top of Another Identical Brick Produces a Low Barrier. Behind It, There Is a Garden with Short Bridges, Floral Fountains, Pebble Pathways, and Left on the Empty Bench: Foreign Books. New Learning Can still Open to the Past, Relating to the Transition and Changing Routes, now Simplified into Large Massive Cables that Unfortunately Are already off after 5 p.m.

 

 

Line 237: This Long Riverside Has a Million Spots to Sit on - in any type of Public Seat - with People Selling Colors and Oils, Year after Year after Year and again after Year. Immaterial Discussions Are not even an Issue, just Pay the Price as Sign of Approval, Fill the Open Mouth, and Walk Rapidly whenever You Can. Then Forget All the Rest...and...and...the Rest Will Cease to Recognize All Dimensional Paths...Regrettably

 

 

Line 238: A Mastodontic Advertising Campaign (in Some Ways Disturbing) Picturing a Painted Female Face with Infant Ponytails, Extra-Red Lipstick, and Hands & Nails Up Ready to Grab Restaurant 'Meat-Dish' Money from Everywhere

 

 

Line 239: Long Grey Afternoons Are almost Over and City Employees Come Out of their Offices Walking Straight Home. Urban Crossroads Are Functional but the Sudden Discharge of Running Cars Moves Faster and Faster - Creating a Flow of Tunnels through Never Ending White Neons - Scaring Walkers,Waiting For Red Traffic Lights to Turn on ...So They Finally Gather in Groups on Streetwalks in the Dark, Forming Additional Lines, before Crossing All Together as Quickly as Possible and by Foot Only! 

 

 

Line 240: Hanging out to See Shoe Shops Displaying Perfect Uniformity of Basic Industrial Shoes: Glued Plastic Platforms with Plasticized Colors and Strings Holding any Foot Shape despite Rigid Contours... In the end, Price Remains always Low for Comfort Products Delivering Pretty Visible Results about Immobile Feet

 

 

Line 241: The Round Brown Bar Table Is Set on the Street, the Old Fridge Selling Soda Bottles still Works, and a Quiet Female Seller just Sits Waiting on a Small Stool, but Fast Cars almost Blindly Run into the Vending Area Leaving no Space for Survival on an Usual Business Day... and no one Bothers to Turn around...for Her...

 

 

Line 242: A Strong Attraction Turned to Graduate Learning Courses Leads to Silence at Weekends. Right Time to Hang out together, Walk down City Alleys, Trying to Get some Food with Company...Three then Four then Six Students Do the same Social Attempt, while Wearing Identical Sport Outfits and Moving toward same Directions Quite Happily. No Time to Contemplate on diverse Distractions during the Weekly Pause then...

 

 

Line 243: Night Lights, Sliding Doors, City Passerbys, where the Humble Service Man Holds a Huge Truck Load Watching Carefully every Spot while Using new Baskets to Collect Heavy Downloads in Absolute Discretion...when no one is around

 

 

Line 244: Cold Indifference Is at Hand: People Pushing Tech-Screens, again Touching Identical Black Screens, and Finally Being Able to Find a Chair where to Sit Down and Buy Instantly. Remaining Dwellers around Are out of the Picture at any Particular Moment...What Matters Most to All Is to Buying First and Buying Fast in Virtual Time Valued just for Absent Future Clients

 

 

Line 245: A Systematic Aggregation of Urban Maps Collapses due to Additional Road Designs that Can Offer Modern Shapes within Sprawling Districts... In the meantime, Established Historical Houses Quietly Disappear from the Fresh Industrial Plan as Style-Driven Homes Belong to the Unfamiliar Past

 

 

Line 246: A Failed Integration of Edible Cooked Components Increases Availability of Different Colourful Combinations but Decreases a Personal Willingness to Purchase Untested Results for now

 

 

Line 247: Small, Medium and very Large, the Multi-Storey Outlets, Year after Year, Adjusting  to Compatible Shining Environments Trying to Survive the High Tide of Global Outlets Renovation Shifting to the Oblivion Fast

 

 

Line 248: One Leg Is Moving, Another Leg Almost Stops Due to Immense Cavities of Ditch Roads, Left Unchecked nearby Construction Sites. Tight Lines to Cross by Foot Ingurgitate Present Souls, Occasionally Sprinkled with Fresh Water Coming out from Broken Pipes of a Surrounding Corner

 

 

Line 249: Undeterred, Carrying a Number of Large Bags only for the Day: the Solid Lady Does not Mind It, since It's all for Her and She Will Carry them alone no matter What or Who...Leaving a Trail of Frozen Silence behind

 

 

Line 250: With Distant Silver Enclaves, and neverending Walls of all Sorts of Vehicles, no Absolute Need to Speak, in fact...Channeled Sound Variations Appear Very Strange to All

 

 

Line 251: Back Again to Square Number one and Cracked Stones Become Greyish and Slippery at Night...no Remedies Found yet

 

 

Line 252: Among a Thousand Rooms, a Balcony on the 1st Floor Captures Perfectly the Weight of the Young Mum and her Happy Infant Boy, Instant Smiles Are Surely Reciprocated...

 

 

Line 253: The Meditative Congregation Sits Behind the Walls of the Monumental Building. In fact, its Internal Garden Has Been Diligently Converted into a Gathering Hall, with Whispers Traversing the Air when Reciting the Verses, while the Guitarist Boy Plays Dedicated Tunes

 

 

Line 254: The Chaos of Cars Stopping by to Drop Children at School, and Groups of Young People still Discussing once more about Personal Relationships Maturing at School, and Eligible Middle Aged Teachers Moving Fast inside the School...and the End. The Educational Structure Has Fallen down together with its Past, Mindlessly Wiped out despite Ruins of Silent Roads and Remote Stones clearly Unnoticed...

 

 

Line 255: The Collective Square Unprofoundly Sealed, Including Common Devotional Centres that Have Shut Down, and Brown Front Wood Doors Discolored, while Ageing in Communion with its own People...the Child Faces them directly for an Instant then He Runs for Food 

 

 

Line 256: Clouded Skies, Transformative Winds and Continuous Cold Water Flowing Heavily on Century Buildings, which Leave very little Space to Shield the Elements at once. All Ground Floors Flooded and Locked Up, Best Choice to Do Is Always Moving Straight, if Possible, Making a Pause after a Long Wet Day

 

 

Line 257: 5 a.m. It Starts. The Woman with a Dark Ponytail Wears a Whitish Coat, and no Make-up, Is at Work already. Catching First the Right Bus and Becoming Friendly with the Usual Walking Crowd. Surely Committed to her Duties, and Safely Seated before Reaching the Pressing Destination

 

 

Line 258: High Pointed Hills and Distant Sea Views, Covering Up Needle Driven Healing Activities. Thus Converging on Basic Needs of Safety and Delivering Final Uncertain Provisions: for White Papers to Be Written up at a Cost for ALL

 

 

Line 259: As Ritual, Yellow and White Candles Having a Weight of 5 Kg x Piece, Are Sold on Celebration Day. Each Devoted  Person Likes to Follow Tradition: Bringing nearby the Candles and Lightening them up on Reserved Spaces, while A String of Small Fires Spreads Outside during the Entire Devotional Night...in the Daylight though the Road Pavement Covered with Burned Wax Might Offer Slippery Paths and Easy Falls

 

 

Line 260: The Solid Reunion of People Sat down at the Congregation Area Sharply Contrasts with Lived Experiences of People Moving together across Well Known Alleys in order to Reach a Full Circle of Contemplation Multiple Times a Year

 

 

Line 261: Not Knowing that the Simple Daily Run by the Sea Coast Would Be the Last. Hopeless Recovery for the Middle-Aged Man Who Fought all his Life while Stepping into an Abrupt Fin 

 

 

Line 262: Anecdotal Evidence Suggests that the Connecting Dots of a Popular Avenue Do not Repeat Themselves Elsewhere as their Formation Comes from Distract Encounters

 

 

Line 263: The Calculated Vide Is here to Stay. In the meantime, the Medieval Cities Rely on their Past. Black Heavy Stones still Stand while their Façades Collapse Gradually into Little Pieces without Absolute Returns

 

 

Line 264: The Movers Have Come and Took Away all Visible Objects of Independent Cultural Shops. The Profound Smell of the Yellowish Walls Is There and few Blank Papers Rest on Cracked Floors Covered in Dust

 

 

Line 265: A Large Company Shoe Outlet Opens up and Guards in Blue Uniforms, at the Entrance, coldly Make Sure that Everyone Adds Special Gloves on their Hands before Entering the Scene. Or It Is Better to simply Stay out of It, with no Words

 

 

Line 266: A Special Sea River Circulates around the Centennial Fish Market and the Naked Male Marble Statue - still Visible at the open Gates - Knows so well the Water Flowing Constantly under a Disappearing Familial Trade 

 

 

Line 267: The Rouge of Fire Flames Is on and the Dark Night Speaks Volumes of an Unsounded Proud Character Exposing to a Potential Complete Destruction 

 

 

Line 268: The Isolated Bus Station in the Intense Hallucinatory Heat Makes a Perfect Combination for Absolute Silence on Earth

 

 

Line 269: Independent Used Seats Have Been Diverted with Force just for Fun and the Public Area Returns to Be a Transient Strip of Land for Individual Routes

 

 

Line 270: In the Middle of the Day the Simple Nature Explodes while the Available Transit Channels Engulf in Dense Traffic and Unbreathable Air with an Impossible Respite 

 

 

Line 271: The Advisory Panel Displays Orange Dots for Incoming Transportation Services that Are Open to Anyone, Willing to Wait for Hours but Have to Move to a New Location despite the Interrupted Day

 

 

Line 272: The Fighter Proceeds calmly and Knows Each Person by Giving only a quick Look. An Independent Esprit that Wants to Know All and Reaches a Humble Future by Relying on No One

 

 

Line 273: The Thoughtful Pensioner Wearing a Black t-Shirt Is Searching for his Ride. He Has Made a Living with Little and his Dislodged Arm Bone Shifts in all Directions Due to an Absent Care. The Ride Is here and despite the Handicap He Mounts in and Leaves... Smiling...

 

 

Line 274: History Repeats itself. At the District Station the Two Germans, the Two French, the Russians, the Spanish one, the Austrian Couple with Kid, all Meet Casually and all Board on the same Local Train for their Holiday Destination. No Reasons Asked!

 

 

Line 275:  As Far As the Eyes Can Go: the Development of Cheap Habitats in Populous Accommodations Has Muted the Destiny of Thousands who Badly Survive within Established Cross-Borders 

 

 

Line 276: The Brand and new Restaurant Space Refitted to Perfection; in the meantime a Trading Colossal Amount of Synthetic Edible Goods Takes the Shape of Rectangular Hybrid Soaps

 

 

Line 277: The Solo Seller Opens up his Truck and on Close Roads Located within Remote Living Borders he Displays the Characteristic Farm Produce Grown Nearby. The Price is Honest and the Durability Is also Assured!

 

 

Line 278: On the Seaside Shore, the Surrounding Arable Fields Covered up with White Plastic Sheets Are Prepared for Farm Production. Then Parts of Inner Terrains Change Ownership and the Entire Cultivation Effort Evaporates under the Heat of the Burning Sun

 

 

Line 279: Behind the Gated Villa Rested the Humble Music 'Star' who Vacationed there for a Short Time. Added to his Music Creations and Art Works over the Decades, his Spiritual Awareness Remained a Constant for a Liberal Inspiration, Surfacing in Unthinkable Places of the Earth

 

 

Line 280: The Big Scare Has Passed and Local Residents Forget all Worries Laying on Sunny Beaches, even at 2 o'clock pm, despite Visible Traces of Roasted Skins

 

 

Line 281:  Maritime Shipping Ports Channelling Thousands of Lorries Unable to Move and Waiting behind Long Lines, while Urban Cars Cross Paths without Noticing the Apparent Divergence of Directions: Right on the Boat or Off the Boat... to Reach the Accessible Bare Land with no near End but It Ends in both ways

 

 

Line 282: Realizing every now and then that Hard Road Pavements Keep Remaining Unstable and Exposed to Heavy Currents of Water Bombs

 

 

Line 283: In the Desert: each Step Becomes Slower and Meaningful but at the same Time It Releases a Density of Changes that Nobody Saw ever Coming 

 

 

Line 284: What to Do When all Alleys Have Closed Down and Centre Blocks of Large Cities Quickly Disappear...An Amicable Solution of a Trait d'Union Is Going to Bridge the Gap Maybe...

 

 

Line 285: The Calvary of Uninterrupted Flood Damages due to Incoming Masses of Water that Create a Swirl Attracting every Possible Debris, while a Car Is Trapped and the Woman Driver Saved by Foreign Hands...no other Words

 

 

Line 286: When every City's Corner Is Enriched with Tea Vendors and Daily Makers of Food Bites yet It all Remains Identical for just a very Short Time, Unfortunately, with no Thoughts for Art Preservation 

 

 

Line 287: It Happened, It Happens, and It Will Happen for sure: the Mountain Bursts Open and Huge Fires and Lava Debris Fall out without Notice... Leaving Thousands of People on the Move and Houses Half Gone

 

 

Line 288: At Night one Can Hear the Roaring Sound of a Volcano that Does not Rest, ever, and then Eye Catching Glimpses of Fire Rocks and Grey Smokes Continue to Perform Beyond Ordinary Life 

 

 

Line 289: Some Yellow, Red, Orange and Brown Shoes Have Become a Silent Self-Expression Mode of Sympathy for Life, as Simple as It Gets 

 

 

Line 290: Canal Rivers Sadly Explode and the Rest of What Is Left Implodes in a few Seconds, no Mercy this Time...

 

 

Line 291: Tiny Wooden Showrooms Made It Known that Ancient Celebrations Had to Symbolize Something that Can Fit in one Hand 

 

 

Line 292: Bread Shapes now Start to Become Smaller and Smaller, just Filled with Sesame Seeds. However  still Able to Explain Preferred Taste of Hundreds Past Generations that Bought them at the same Bakery always Open at 7:30 a.m.

 

 

Line 293: The Unusual Demise of City Food Venues that Have Been either Rented or Closed down. It permanently Displays Interior Settings of Old Palaces to this Day Unwilling to Compromise for a near Future...

 

 

Line 294: The Foreign Man and his Daily Running Routine Can Be Spotted in the same Neighborhood that Is Blindly Drowning in Flames and Pride Surely Unfelt by Locals

 

 

Line 295: The Bonus Money Claimants Are Ready to Push their Cause while People Forget about the Sacred Union of Hearts...with the Invisible Hand Intervening on Strict Upcoming Cuts...no Turning Backs

 

 

Line 296: Yellow and Gray Heavy Stones Have Been all Covered up with Disproportioned Scaffolds and Plastic Sheets; However the Repolishing Act of Entire Facades Will Take Long Years to Come and Enormous Sacrifices Dumped on All

 

 

Line 297: Beyond the Line of Comfort, Limited Samples Offered at Bars Are Reshaped into Miniscule Portions that no One Can Actually See, the same for Dark Liquids and Contouring Tools at Hand...the Rest Remains Unknown

 

 

Line 298: The Profound Atmospheres and White Fumes of Medieval Relationships Are certainly Lost, but at the same time, Resonate as True with Futuristic Appropriations and Ordinary Willingness of Distant Souls...Unseen

 

 

Line 299: Repeated Street Bravado of Youngsters always Ready to Explode while full Options Left to them Will Implode into a Definite Sound of Nothingness

 

 

Line 300: Immense and Scary Velocity at Night and and Wind Turns Direction, while the Strong Car's Impact Strucks the Innocent once more...Day after Time just Freezes 

 

 

Line 301: Hyper Speed Trains and Intangible Tube Wagons Open their Doors Quickly and Forget in Seconds whoever Decides to Take this Ride Alone for the next Stops

 

 

Line 302: The Impatient Character of a Mid-20s Man Who Has to Be Somewhere but Without a Car Awaits Common Transporation that Is very Hard to Match with his Short Temper to Get Imminent Results... 

 

 

Line 303: A Multitude of Peripheral Rooms Open their Secrets: Thin Walls, and Thin Glasses, and Thin Terrace Roofs, Built-up some 40 Years ago, now already Decandent and Frail, Do Symbolize Hundreds of Retired Women unmeeting Young Contractors' Paths while Splitting Free Time between Muted Communities...Underground Something Will Happen in unforseen Ways 

 

 

Line 304: The Accentuation of Lost Time as well as Lost Relations Brings People Rapidly towards very Personal Interests and Control without the Need to Tell the Future...just Incoming Strong Actions Take Prominent Stage

 

 

Line 305: The Slim Pensioner that Likes to Watch and Stay by the Sea Daily Has a Wife and both still Manage together the same Life, Looking for the same Door, but Sharing nothing about their Individual Stories Emanating after 60 Years of Marriage

 

 

Line 306:  Despite Tight Uncomfortable Shoes, the Mature Person Sits down and Waits in Front of a Counter Screened by a Transparent Glass at the Bank Office perfectly Knowing that He Has to Fight Hard just to Get It Done

 

 

Line 307: One Out, Two In, and Voilà. All Is As It Was before at the Super-Hyper-Frozen-Market Except for Ghost Coins that Disappear as a Lost Treasure Left to New Adventurers to Find?  

 

 

Line 308: The Happy Trio of Teenagers Starts Discovering Things every now and then, Resuscitating the Intangible Mistery of Life and its Easy Paths which Will Require a Sense of Self-Interest only...with Round the Clock Protection 24/24h 

 

 

Line 309: They Can Surely Be Bought. Ready to Mitigate the Effects of Sleepless Nights for that Mature Woman who Wears all Black Items; however Taking an Unexpected Interest on New Models and Shapes of Hygiene Products...

 

 

Line 310: Inside the Theatre of the New World, Internalized Distant Cultures Flow again towards Distinctive Corners of Established Societies which simply Ignore the Rest

 

 

Line 311: The Peripheral Gardens Have Short Routes that Circumscribe Communal Houses so the two Young Girls Dressing up for the Day and Crossing them without a Thought, Keep Wearing Colourful Outfits that indirectly Reflect Migrating Cultures Absorbed indeed on their own Skin 

 

 

Line 312: Divulging the Midday Desolate Truth: No one Is Around, even in the only Bus Left, Thrifty Passangers already Sitting Inside Have to Stay Put and Wait for Long Half Hours while a Sweltering Heat Washes-up their Patient Faces often Ignored 

 

 

Line 313: It Started so Well: Serving at the Restaurant, Finishing-up the Job's Night Shift, and then Going Back Home. In the Profound Darkness of the City, a Couple of Trusted Employees Rides their new Motorcycle Probably too Fast and End of It, the Accident Takes Place while all the Essence of their Efforts Disappears for Ever

 

 

Line 314: The Deep Smell of Rotten Oily Food Emanates from a Plastic White Bag that a Pensioner Woman with Her Son Has Collected at the Food Shelter for Free. At the same time, the Shiny Light that Comes out from the same Bag - Reflecting the Sun - Tells a Lot about the Acceptable Delivery of Abundance Paid with People's Lives, regretfully

 

 

Line 315: The Horizon is Clear but All around Everyone Can Casually Spot the Large Mountain with Foggy Ashes Building up on top of it, Followed by Turbulent Gas Explosions, and Sandy Smoke Filling up the Air, with Uncalculated Dangers for nearby Populations; However Life - one can tell- Goes on and Individuality over Community Will Prevail always

 

 

Line 316: Quick Travels and immediately You Are inside the Vestiges of Old Stonemade Temples, with Homely Neighbourhoods particularly Fit for some Ancient Forms of Life around the Millennium Period. But now the Fires Found around the Village Spread Fast with a Charged Hot Air and Short Acrid Fumes, when a Thinly Female Inhabitant Pops Out of a Stylish Club, as if in Life all Is Normal and Digested with an Incredible Grace

 

 

Line 317: It's a Classic: the 7 Years Old Boys Meet and Play on their Own Terms Football at no Cost, on a Public Square that Is Popular to Everyone. History however Keeps Alive the Sequence of Ubiquitous Deadly Accidents that Have Left Deep Scars there, so the available Space usually Remains Vacant, Silent and Violent simultaneously, for the Upcoming Turns and Twists

 

 

Line 318: The Mad Man and the Rain and the Public Transportation at Night Reach the Apex of a Veiled End, while the Flooded Public Platform Keeps Filling with Tired Persons that Blindly Want to Reach soon their own Place, no one else matters in that Moments, Really

 

 

Line 319: The Infinite Sound of a Television that Frames all sorts of Human Expressions, It Is Playing in a small Dusty Hall, for Casual Visitors that Have to Sit Down and Wait for the Bus. In the meantime, total Strangers Start to Familiarize with each other and even Enjoy this short Break from Discounted Daily Plans. The Moment Has Passed with no Regrets

 

 

Line 320: It Is Happening and all You Can Do Is to Turn around and Move as Fast as You Can, because on this Occasion the Auto's Explosion on the Highway Blocked the entire Circulation Causing Local Health Emergencies and rough Escapades that Lasted for a Long Day

 

 

Line 321: The Underrated Anonymous Migrant who Speaks for Hours on a Mobile Phone to Try and Explain his/her Complete Lack of Must-Have Documents, Intertwined with uncertain Living Events that Day by Day Push to an Extreme Cautious Manifestation of Adaptable Changing Identities...Avoiding Contours

 

 

Line 322: Reverberating all-year Theatrical Attractions in order to Greet again Live Music Representations that Continue, at any rate, to Be Stuck in a Classic Repertoire Sealed Off from Current Electro-Sounds Audible through Lethargic Streams Falling down the Abyss

 

 

Line 323: The Pulse of Reunion for the Council of Urban Fat Gangs Is Dramatically Ignited, Controlling each Corner of Traffic Roads, while Testifying the Impotence of Reason with Generational Rooted Forces Still Ready to Fight Till the End of Given Orders Finally Closing the Game 

 

 

Line 324: Lights Are Off and the Burial of Innocence Appears for a Celebration

 

 

Line 325: A Simple Red Signal Advises Metro Travellers to Stay always Aware while Walking on the Correct Side of Moving Staircases. Then a Middle Aged Couple Indifferently Arrives at the right Entrance for their Metro Stop, just Waiting Destiny to Take Charge of the Rest  

 

 

Line 326: Surely over 70 yrs, the Woman with light Coloured Red Hair Does not Want to directly Engage with Strangers during Public Transporation Trips that End too soon - unless Things She Cares for Matter to the Point of Sharing her Decisions in Public

 

 

Line 327: Infiltrating an only Space Left between two Cars with a Food Delivery Scooter that his Driver Rides across the City while Trying to Park nearby. Whoever Fills that Space by Foot Will Come down eventually not Noticing the Incoming Food Rider Stopping in front of the Place. However, He Will quickly Apoligize with no Remorse at all

 

 

Line 328: A Very Young School Boy with Backpack on his Shoulders Comes Home Alone at 6 pm. Feeling a Sense of Abandonment and Heaviness all Around. The Learning Establishments Remain Distant and Forgetful almost Unnecessary

 

 

Line 329: In the Evening, One Line of Cars Stops, a Second Line of Cars also Stops, and Finally the People Waiting on the Sidewalk Are Able To Cross the Road - But Not Seen before - a new Car Creates a Third Line while almost Crashing on People Halfway through the same Crossing. In that Moment the Headless Driver Decides to Stop without Creating additional Damages or worst, for at least the rest of one Night...

 

 

Line 330: The Ingenuity of the Child Contrasts Deeply with Converted Women Wearing Special Dresses that Day by Day Restore high Walls of Indifference despite Perpetual Calls for Human Compassion

 

 

Line 331: A Soccer Ball Flies High while the Young Player casually Watches it Moving Up and then Down with True Enjoyment

 

 

Line 332: On a Touristy Site, the Modest Mature Woman Is Stretching Arms to Catch her little Nephew Running while both of them Find each other

 

 

 

Line 333: The Boat Has Sunk but the Man Has Been Saved. In the meantime, He Reaches a Large Square where He Knows just one Person that Appreciates his Arrival but 5 Minutes later his Acquaintance Leaves. The Troubled Man Is on his own as He Disappears in the inner Caves of tight Alleys.

 

 

Line 334: The Voyage Goes deep within Street Lanes of Industrial Areas. A Female Passanger Ironically Complains about a Slow Motion of the Vehicle Maintaning the same Steady Speed, almost like Staying Behind a Cercueil with no other Way out

 

 

Line 335: Yes Yes and Yes after Summer Polished Youngesters still Have the World in their Hands, around them not seen different Generations Turn the Corner Silently

 

 

Line 336: The New Design of a Rational Partition Took Advantage of Micro Urban Densities Available some Years Back. The Picture Perfect Block Still Ages and all Panels, Steel, Mural Choices Indicate nothing more than a Functional Public Hall Staring at its Destiny

 

 

Line 337: Knowing that Efforts Put on Adavancing Artisanal Skills for Bread Making Can Fill a Place with Pride and Reality

 

 

Line 338: An Enchanted Little Garden and the Arrival Ad Continuum of People Completely Lost in It...Iron Gates Can Be Noticed Sporadically 

 

 

Line 339: Few Bended Trees Survive despite the Urban Annihilation with Asphalted Intersections Muting the Sound of  Living Branches

 

 

 

Line 340: Turning and Turning around the Squared Mall systematically Arranging Couple of Tradable Options Incrementally Transfixed in high Value currently Impossible to Achieve... Buying a small pair of something would do anyway

 

 

 

Line 341: Under the Winter Sun, a Young Adult Man Taken out of his Village Roots Walks apparently freely. Long Hair and a Black T-shirt Make an Impression of Glamour and Elegant Wearing Style though He surely Lacks Human Empathy toward Evanescent Groups who Stage him for Paramount Business all day long

 

 

Line 342: The Insatiable Angles of Rundown Streets Leave a Couple of well spirited Female Friends with Profound Smiles before Saying their Respective Goodbyes after School. No one Sees them among Visible Faces

 

 

 

Line 343: So Hard to Tell Adieu to the Good Husband, to the Good Son, to the Good Friend, and to the Good Community Leader...as He Decides to Depart Early from his Fortunate Life Path. The United Congregation Cries the Man while the Good Wife is at the same time Devastated and truly Lost. He will be missed by All but she will feel him forever

 

 

 

Line 344: Every Year the Customary Rite of Venerated Millennia Memories Invades the Masses Carrying Large White Ropes of Mobile Altars Paraded up and down the City Walls. Even at Night.

Inside the Circuit of Ropes People Move Pressing Each Other. Outside of it other People Stand still Waiting to Instagram Flowers and Ancient Altars for the Celebration.

During these reserved days, Crowded Trails of white Blouses and black Hats Reappear like in Past Ages Advancing Slowly in Tight Dark Roads, Breathing Infinite Timeless Escapades...of Native Souls

 

 

 

Line 345: The Vacant Service Area Has Closed Down for now. Bus Customers Enjoy the Outdoors with No Seats, No TV, No Water, No AC, No Chit-Chat...etc...Understanding that a Sharp Separation Is Inevitable and a little Comfort Impossible to Obtain when Blind Force and Loud Menaces Violate the Direction of a Community

 

 

Line 346: The Ubiquity of a Choice: Landing in the Middle of Nowhere and then Watching People from Afar

 

 

 

Line 347: In Apparent Demise, the Isolated Widowers, the Retired Teachers, or the Adult Cashiers, Tend to Reflect Fortified Walls under Barbed Wires that only Time Can Change

 

 

 

Line 348: Parking Space Easy to Access, Daylight is Perfect, and the Foodstore is Stocked. Problem is the Exit Door. Because at some point Happy Customers Do Buy What exactly: Half Bread and Bottles of Water and small amount of Basic Items that Can Fill Half Plastic Bag...and it is all over. Coldly Detached from Messy Assembly Lines Touching up the Hemisphere

 

 

 

Line 349: Once again after Office Hours, Industrial Cars Remain the Mobility Solution for Millions who Wait for Days across Daily Traffic apparently never-ending. Nonetheless, Power to Ride Instills Optimism all year-round

 

 

Line 350: Starting a new Venture and Dismantling What's Left. Empty Front Stores Do Tell of Sudden Impacts...

 

 

Line 351: Under Appropriate Circumstances, Touring on a Bus the Middle Age Foreign Girl Shows her Verbal Approval to Native People in their 20s for Behaving like Young Kids on a School Trip ...Silly Smiles Transcending the Tight Area 

 

 

Line 352: The Old Good Times and Old Body Shapes that one Might Remember Having Left few Courteous Signs of Friendships mostly Lost into Rivers Water

 

 

Line 353: Pondering the Unknown through a Hint of Frozen Despair as a Young Man while Leaving Behind Tribal Routes Immersed in Real Life

 

 

Line 354: Where Are They? Millions on the Move and the other Millions in Place Using E+Cameras to Filter actual Irreversible Tides of a Human Collapse

 

 

Line 355: Midday Light Reflected on Glass and Cold Metal: still a Calm Employee/Mum Picks her Daughter up from Class, Keeping a two Wheel Engine on, also Finds a way to Finely Caress her Daughter's Chin while Making her Sweetie Smile for a Split Second

 

 

Line 356: Urbanites and Large Road Markets Showing Unused Objects that any new Person Can quietly Spot and Buy for nothing 

 

 

Line 357: On the Shore, strong Sea Winds Come and Go without Diminishing Children's Experiments with Play Tools that Can Provide alternative Inner Routes to simple Joy, at least for one hour

 

 

Line 358: To Be able to Find the one Condiment that Can Be Cheaply Bought on a Day out Means Firmly Holding a new Iced Flavour that Melts and Is Securely Consumed without a Thought

 

 

Line 359: Surfing on the Objective Truth while Approving rush Words that Cannot Be Understood by Fragile People

 

 

Line 360: Envelopes plus added Envelopes eventually Piling Up to Be Rescued by the Clerical Worker who Shares her Interests with All of her Clients that Have to Fill out all internal Forms and therefore Legitimize Familial Treasured Actions to a Law System time and again

 

 

Line 361: An Impromptu Sign defining prospective Lives: on one Row Sits the Diligent Woman from UNI - Childless at present Drowning in her own Concerns. Opposite in line the Transient Migrant Woman Carrying 4 Children from far away Continents with precarious Skills to be Improved for sure. What stays in between: An Unspoken Coldness of Mind and a Blind Survival no matter how...

 

 

 

Line 362: Three Coins Can Pay the Price Asked by an Aged Trader that Knows no Rest at Work while her Hands Mimic the Shape of a Wheel Still Turning

 

 

Line 363: An Irreversible Trait of Truck & Bus Drivers: a. Engaging in Long Calls on Long Distance Conversations b. Inserting all sorts of modern Rhythms during identical (Job and Married to Job) Conversations c. Reaching Assigned Departure Venues and then d. Restarting full Driving Tours with deep Detachement from Seated Customers humbly Absorbing those Dreadful Trips

 

 

Line 364: Urban Trash Flies from one Balcony from a second Balcony from a third one and so forth, to go down on smelly Streets, with no Intention to Moderate an Action-driven Affirmation of Apathetic Patterns Masked by Childish Domination 

 

 

Line 365: Car Fits well with a Young Girl Driver who Hates to Wait and Ends up Quarreling with herself while Dumping half of her Car on Fellow Drivers that Might also get very angry and...time will tell

 

 

Line 366: Crowded Public Accommodations Have Become the Norm and Sitting around a Table with Sisters and Brothers and Parents the very Young Man Feels the World on his Shoulders while Inclining his Neck to Eat Liquids inside a Bowl in Silence 

 

 

Line 367: One Step Away and the Abyss Opens Up when a Hit-and-Run Drama Takes Place over and over and over...

 

 

Line 368: The Eerie Path in the middle of a City Centre where no one Walks at 3pm, Except for Cars and unpredictable Wilderness Currents involving disparaged Persons and Stray Dogs

 

 

Line 369: The Subtle Subterfuge: Increasing an Interest on Stories Told on a Sidewalk before Going back to daily Duties while Forgetting What Has Been Said casually

 

 

Line 370: Reciting the Ritual among Underage People: Laughing and Burning Bridges with the Rest of the Cosmos

 

 

Line 371: Motorcycles Rides Are on, Heat Levels Are Unbearable, but the 18+ Riders Go easy at full Speed over nearby Cars with Transcendent Ignorance at Heart 

 

 

Line 372: Cumulating the Effects of great new Adventures Sold on a Virtual Dimension. How? Reaching Alien Spots Meaning absolutely nothing to Vacationers, Consuming the Star edible Combo Bought cheaply, Having granted Beach Time, finally Turning straight to the next Airport, while Erasing proximate Places including its long-term Inhabitants

 

 

Line 373: The Collective Sortie of the Day: just after early Morning Hours, entire Groups of Disengaged Individuals Converge on a Market Centre Looking for two Things: Owning something nice and eating something fresh despite actual evident Realities of Life...

 

 

Line 374: The tiny Green Reservoir Had to Be Transformed Becoming an altered Market Space for Strangers, Causing a Huge Loss for Assisted Communities 

 

 

Line 375: Empowering Transient Networks of Disowned Men and Women while Getting Unlivable Working Conditions in Degrading Places and Missable Productions  

 

 

Line 376: Having a Break after Replenishing Retired Crowds who Reach Seller's Van in order to Get Fruits and Vegetables on the Cheap. His dusty Face Hides long years of Trading on the Streets, and his Eyes Manifest a kind of Emptiness that Turns very sad at times...

 

 

Line 377: Sitting on a large white Chair on a Parking Lot the Man is making a Living out of it. Additionally, his dark Shades are able to Filter what is coming next for everyone...The underrated independent Thinker can see us all

 

 

Line 378: Give me a Bite of the right Food and I will Gain Popularity all over Virtual Cabled Distances...Yummy Traits of Uncultured and Worrying Inconsistencies 

 

 

Line 379: Repeated Explosions suddenly Forming deep Fires with high Clouds of Grey Ashes Falling down almost everywhere, Covering up entire Passages and Places without any Rest ...the day after... Restoring a past already Vanishing

 

 

Line 380: Huge Urban Dogs Abound with their Owners ( when present) happily Parading them without a Minuscule Consideration about Risks Caused to Walkers Moving in Proximity Zones

 

 

Line 381: A Dismantled Industrial Edifice Shaped around Ports Architecture Tells all about Disrupted Lives, and Offices, and Possibilities, Going down the Drain. It is still Standing, Cut in Tragic Pieces Used by transient Groups Caring for Nothing...

 

 

Line 382: A reduced size of Foreign Observant Students in their 20s Willing to Search own Ethnic Roots Enters the Old Country currently Belonging to others...

 

 

Line 383: The Immobility Sense of Time Passing in-between Ancient Vestiges of Apartments Built in the past through flawed Connections...despite all, cracked Blocks Silently Survive for now...  

 

 

Line 384: Unnoticed, urban Handkerchiefs of Lands Dry out while a bunch of Plants stays strong under the arid Sun 

 

 

Line 385: Traditional Individuals Learn to Un-listen to other Individuals while Immersing in Close Relations only with recognizable Visages 

 

 

Line 386: Fresh out of Bed: the Queue of Workers Stays Politely in Place to Withdraw a Monthly Allowance. All of a sudden, a stylish Woman Directs herself on the Street, Screaming till the Confines of Civility, Trying to Assault a Pensioner on his Vehicle for Reasons unknown to People Standing nearby, Making their own Business.. 

 

 

Line 387: Polished Black Vans Come and Go from the Flying Location that in 50 years Has Been Eating up a good portion of City Land and Prospective Affirmation of Native Lives... Air Mobility Relocation not even Imagined in an Enforced Future Reduced to a Blind Transit Route... 

 

 

Line 388: Slowly Slowly Progressive Steps Remain extremely Stiff for the 60 something old Man who Seems to Have Crossed the Desert then Migrating for good with all Debilitating Effects Absorbed by his Body...one can tell

 

 

Line 389: Public Gardens - well or bad - Retain somehow the Mystical Aurea of a Place in which All People can find few minutes of Peace on Earth...just few though...  

 

 

Line 390: Abandoned by a distant Land the Child Carrying an empty Supermarket Basket Walks in no Direction with unobservant Tutors Caring just for their respective Day...

 

 

Line 391: The little Girl (about 5) Is on a Car Tour with her Mum Driving. Suddenly She Directiones her Head out of the Car Window, Stretching both of her Arms outside for just a second...fully Embracing an Instant Life as It Comes!

 

 

Line 392: An ordinary Day Halting at Traffic Lights, the aged adult Man on his used Van has left all his daily Possessions inside it for years, including Newspapers and Coffee Cups that despite a little bit of Dust and unclear Car Glasses, Testify his active Presence still Rolling on Wheels...

 

 

Line 393: It is certainly Known and Re-known that Cigarettes Smoke Cannot be Inhaled fully but just a bit otherwise It Will Become Dangerous says the tender old Man Believing to his Lies...that often Tells to himself...

 

 

Line 394: Peaceful Afternoon with warm Air Blowing inside the Bus and a Housewife Chatting while Going out on a Mission...few hours later She Can Be Spotted at her favourite electronic Shop not Noticing though some previous Travel Fellows left behind...

 

 

Line 395: Double Doors Spreading out, Allowing to Share open Transportation for Free. In such case: Turn your Head Right and you Can Meet Geo-located Men Forcing their Way from Southern Continents...Turn your Head Left and you Can See Geo-located Tourist Couples Visiting from the North...

 

 

Line 396: The young man (about 18) keeps talking and talking on a public Bench in a cautious Mood, Investing his time between Routine Trips for Mum and Busy Busy Encounters with a Friend and a Friend of a Friend...

 

 

Line 397: Butterflies Stamped on a Woman's Dress who Wears It on her exploration Trip Starting at the Seaside Square...despite Cold Urban Contours that Can Put Pressure on anyone especially those in advanced Ages... but She Knows best for sure...

 

 

Line 398: Due to Mismatched Timetables of Buses, confused People Have to Rely on Walking Solutions or on humble Chairs available to those Willing to Remain for a long while...The transient white bearded Man in the meantime Awaits as usual on a Chair, without Complaining once but Glad that at some point he can still sit on a public Vehicle and truly Enjoy his Ride...

 

 

Line 399: A bright Light is almost visible from the Metro Exit Tunnel where two Female Sporty Tourists in their 20s Come out Trying to Decode the new World around them in order to just See what they only Want to See...in a half day running visit...

 

 

Line 400: Shaping independent Living Styles according to millions of Mediated Variations: basically Roads Open up to Cultural Mystifications Penetrating the Bones of strong People not Aware of what's Changing in their guarded Gardens...   

 

 

Line 401: Time to Cut Short an Evening when Grocery Supplies Are in Need. A Woman in her 40s at the Hypermarket - pretty Focused on her Food Stuffs with a Friend - Selects a number of ready-made Meals that Will maybe Last for a Day...

 

 

Line 402: Public Housing Verandas Reappear with tanglible Special Details that astonishingly Reflect separate Choices of Owners, Upgrading their Places within same Unfit Buildings... 

 

 

Line 403: It almost Occurred a visible Trace of a Road Collision: one on his Car, the other one on his two Feet but a Luminous Signal Pushed back the Driver Stopping this time by mere chance

 

 

Line 404: Routinary Course of Actions Stimulated the Young slightly Aged Man to Go out and Enjoy Life in his Red Leather Jacket that was finally Removed from him on a dreary Day. Council Residents Remember and Miss this Guy as well as his clear Take on hard Situations often Carrying no simple Solutions

 

 

Line 405: A Biblical Deluge Washes away Remaining Clous of Yesterday. Silence is violently Audible at Night

 

 

Line 406: Winter Lights almost Contained by tiny glass bubbles that each year become more rare and less sparkly when put up for public Street Decorations Forced to Shine one more time

 

 

Line 407: Apparent Curly Hair and upper Teeth Suggesting a smiling Impression of a 60s something thin Woman in line at the Post Office voluntarily Sharing just a Piece of her Past about dark times gone for good up to the present...

 

 

Line 408: Perforating one's Ear in order to Publicize a perfect Phone Card's offer of the Month: the inclement salesman talks and talks about it for a long while to the point that some potential clients just walk out of the office - breathing fresh air  - never coming back

 

 

Line 409: Self-Attention and high levels of Attrition is all that can be found when Competition among Teenagers meets Connaissance of rusty Individuals swiftly Transcending Decades of accumulated Experience

 

 

Line 410: A daily Labourer's Strong Dusty Hands visibly Incorporating Sacrifice and Humility at all times the good and the bad...impervious Shifts keep coming with no recess...

 

 

Line 411: Current City Trades in full Operation since the 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, 2000s, still Shy to Show off Records of Generational Attachments to small Businesses intertwined with own Destiny

 

 

Line 412: Sealed and Plasticated inside all shapes and sizes of Containers, Foodstuff Mutates its real Colors that one can notice at local selling stands in which similar Food items Acquire dignity and value particularly recognized by Locals  

 

 

Line 413: The Unison Chord of Togetherness Submerged by Cheap Goods and Distorted Specialities ready to Appear for the highest Bidder... while Masses Dissolve around the edges of uncrafted Markets

 

 

Line 414: For a very festive Dinner the Factory Man has brought all he (and his wife) could finally get during Shopping rounds centred on the vibrant Interest to get the Party started without any problem in sight...even by ingesting some bits of pink salmon...

 

 

Line 415: The cold Fountain of youth provides water that a young brown man with curly brown hair spreads over his Body to wash away heavy manual Tasks buried under the Pavement of urban Corners where no one absolutely no one will care...