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The Photo
a can of beans opened a bottle of patriot brandy tomato salad he tells me defying the object lens ( in the back a clock stock-still above a three-arm candlestick) of someone who’s watching him today how he scrubbed the faeces off the toilets till on the white marble small dollar bills appeared from under the mop but now I stop and look for my pack of cigarettes I don’t know where I left it or maybe I smoked them the one in the photo fails to finish his sentence I look and behind it someone from around here is playing with me I didn’t finish my coffee I keep looking annoyed I take a gulp from the bottle of patriot he asks me not get drunk but I can’t fiind the pack he offers me a nobles I refuse it I don’t want to go back just for cigarette I keep gobbling the beans finally I see a butt I light it satisfied tear the photo into four shreds and throw them into the ash-tray Traducerea Petru Iamandi
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