I am sitting on a balcony, it is chilly and I
am on the shady part of the street, on the fourth floor. Right across
the street, on the same level, a girl sits inside her room with the
balcony doors open. The sun is shining on her face. She sits on a chair
close to the doors and plays guitar.
A big banner hangs from her
balcony. It is bright green and there is a woman’s face on it in white, without
eyes and with a big red mark printed over her mouth. There is a text, only one word. Democrácia!
The girl in the sun has her eyes closed. I can’t hear her play but I
can see her fingers move, her body slowly swinging from left to right. I
can see her lips move. She is singing.
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