I'm here on another day, going to the only basketball court that I don't need to wait more than 30 minutes to get to.
'Are there people there? The last time I came, had a lot. '
"I hope I don't get hurt again." I say to myself.
Suddenly, I hear a familiar noise.
* UIUIUIUIUIUIUIU *
'The PM (military police)? Or an ambulance? It looks like it's coming here. '
In the distance, you can see a black car running with the police after it, a police chase.
'Wow, chase in the middle of the avenue? Is it being transmitted? '
* POU POU *
Suddenly, I hear two sounds, like popcorn popping in the pan, shots.
I feel my chest heat up, I start to have difficulty breathing, without realizing that I am lying on the floor.
'Was I hit? Why did they shoot on the city's busiest avenue?
I will die?'
I feel my blood wetting my hands, breathing becomes more and more difficult. My vision was beginning to darken.
'Am I really dying? So he was right. We dream our whole life and only wake up at the end. This is the end, it's over for me. Shit'
Then everything goes dark.
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At some point, after being in that darkness for I don't know how long, I hear a noise, low, but it is increasing.
'I recognize him from somewhere. A song?'
Na queda ou na ascensão minha atitude vai além
E tenho disposição pro mal e pro bem
Talvez eu seja um sádico, um anjo, um mágico
Until you can hear the song clearly, and I recognize it.
Juiz ou réu, um bandido do céu
Malandro ou otário, padre sanguinário
Franco atirador, se for necessário
What the fuck is going on?
Revolucionário, insano ou marginal
Antigo e moderno, imortal
Fronteira do CĂ©u com o Inferno
Astral imprevisĂvel, como um ataque cardĂaco no verso
Violentamente pacĂfico, verĂdico
Vim pra sabotar seu raciocĂnio
Vim pra abalar seu sistema nervoso e sanguĂneo
So I wake up.