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The Day We'll live

When the morning sun hit her face, the gentle wind of a cool breeze your heat. You look out the window on the horizon, buildings or trees. You walk outside your house and the only melody is yours. See only the faces in mirrors. His work takes on new meaning, you become an addict. Lunch is like all other days. Walking back home, the neighbors remain the same. A refreshing rain falls on the heat. The smell of asphalt, grass or wet dust. Some children in a playground. Few cars and still no noise.
When the afternoon sun hit her face, the gentle wind cease and again you feel the heat. You do not look out the window on the horizon, buildings or trees. You walk to your bed and listen to the melody of the objects. Do not see the faces only in mirrors. His work loses the new sense, you become the entertainment. Dinner does not taste any. Inside the house, the neighbors are different. Night falls, drowning out most of the day heat. The smell of concrete, mold or dry powder in the corners of the house. No children in playgrounds. The noise of cars and all the sounds of the day.
When the morning sun hit her face and the wind gentle breeze cool your heat. Fleeing