Por Simone Couto
Dumbo is crepuscular—Bricks, dormant train tracks, graffiti—art crime on the walls. Inside of lofts, studios, we are under construction, so is Dumbo. But not today, not today, not today. I see the sunset—the rain getting closer and closer, bringing me the midnight blue sky. East Side Highway without traffic. Brooklyn Bridge without traffic. Latent. At this moment, no gorgeous model( they never smile) is being photographed. No movie is being filmed. Today, the streets belong to us, the wolves, always ready to devour the unknown. We are nameless. The river belongs to us, the underground lovers (nameless still. Still). The river is quiet, the sage green river... Tedious Wednesday. The trains never stop running—neighborhood's heart. Dumbo is loud, so loud that one becomes quiet in his core. My core is all silence. Right now, 5:19 p.m., dark autumn skies. My gloomy soul rests while Dumbo pulses. Good Night, restless souls.
Dumbo is crepuscular—Bricks, dormant train tracks, graffiti—art crime on the walls. Inside of lofts, studios, we are under construction, so is Dumbo. But not today, not today, not today. I see the sunset—the rain getting closer and closer, bringing me the midnight blue sky. East Side Highway without traffic. Brooklyn Bridge without traffic. Latent. At this moment, no gorgeous model( they never smile) is being photographed. No movie is being filmed. Today, the streets belong to us, the wolves, always ready to devour the unknown. We are nameless. The river belongs to us, the underground lovers (nameless still. Still). The river is quiet, the sage green river... Tedious Wednesday. The trains never stop running—neighborhood's heart. Dumbo is loud, so loud that one becomes quiet in his core. My core is all silence. Right now, 5:19 p.m., dark autumn skies. My gloomy soul rests while Dumbo pulses. Good Night, restless souls.
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