In the garden of the hotel “Miranda”, the well-known “Yard of Miracles”. It is already past midnight and I`m sitting under the orange tree, engulfed in the fragrance of the jasmines, unbearably fatigued form the ugliness of the times and the of people, am chiseling away at my time, trying to convince myself to see the unexpected antithesis, to live the miracle
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