I'll tell you what I see:
life is ordered as the lean light of the poem, it breaks up into equal pieces: green, blue and white all gray underneath. the buildings that contrast with the soccer stadium the Chinese shops, the signs indicating that Figueira da Foz is more or less in the same direction of my arteries. a bridge suddenly rises between the window and the poem. the cars line up in progress with on-time inspection and the lights on at night and he life linked to death and death off to rot in a fruit bowl.