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I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything, I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedicshops, and courtyards with washing hanging from the line: underwear, towels and shirts from which slowdirty tears are falling.

Pablo Neruda