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Once again the rain falls... the third today.
those that make you want to stay lie in bed, received by the sheets.
but this time I preferred to stay here.
Standing in front of the window ...
Looking the wet and empty street.
It brings me a melancholic sensation
And makes me think of things that could have done.
The class that there was not happened, the dreams I had...
and then I just think in the street, so empty...
I Look to the cloudy sky, behind the raindrops that fall down through the window.
The same gray tones that cover the city every morning, and always the same cold ...
Every morning, from the 9h am until 10h am, there's nobody on the streets.
in fact, nothing, not even a sign of life. Every morning in this period...
the city is dead.
some times I go out to walk.
with no reason, just go out.
And sometimes, amid the silence and solitude of these streets, I feel that this city is part of me.
My name is Arthur Baudier, I have 16 years old.
E o que vou lhes contar, é sobre os estranhos acontecimentos da cidade onde vivo. And what I'll tell you, is about the strange events of the city where I live.
Vale dos Ventos. (Valley of the Winds)