sexta-feira, 8 de maio de 2009

Imagine a city where graffiti wasn't illegal,
a city where everybody could draw wherever they liked.
Where every city was awash with a million colours and little phrases.
Where standing at a bus stop was never boring.
A city that felt like a living breathing thing which belonged to everybody,
not just the estate of agents and barons of business.
Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall - its wet.


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