Is, like so many other gigantic cities a city of many nationalities and cultures and faces and views
It has so many corners and secrets like a human heart. Things aren't what they seem...
You find a flower in the asphalt
and badly dressed mannequins
You find hope in the grey monotony that speaks silently of a secret life
Pants for real ladies
And airplanes writing mysterious messages into the sky, God probably doesn't know why
Somewhere there is here
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