Cortina cor-de-rosa, by Renata Régis Florisbelo

I can't remember how long the previous curtain lasted. It's ripped. From the window of the fifth floor of the building the city boiled. Passengers, pedestrians, streetcars, singing people and the cars in the crowd of people who passed by, few babies were seen, almost none, pregnant in greater quantity. People are separated, couples of all colors and genres and classes: trios, quartets, quintets and more people in flocks.

In the early hours the silence alternated with isolated screams and electronic beats little tolerated by those who wanted to sleep. The crack of the pink curtain when the girl was awake could be seen the janitor sweeping and cleaning the floor of the ATM. A bank office was also set up there.

Author: Renata Regis Florisbelo

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