I love the noise of the planes flying in just above our rooftop from all directions, all corners of the world to land just outside the city center. I love the broken mirror on the street outside the house, it makes me think that someone was brave enough to risk 7 years of unluckiness just to maybe be able to see him or herself clearly in one of the million reflections down there. I love to hear different languages on every corner of the neighborhood, it reminds me of a globalized united world. I love to pick up new words from Portuguese cartoons, even though it probably is something a 5 year old would say cause we never really grow old, do we? And I love, yes I do..
I love.
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