DREAM 412

Today, I dreamt there was no electric power nor water in the suburbs, and that sultry clouds covered up the noon sun, predicting war. Meanwhile, Bolsonaro was recording a campaign, desperately trying to fix his image (the expectation was that he was to be murdered before the night fell). Live, in front of a TV camera, he pretended to smile next to three beggar girls in the traffic island of some avenue. One of them touched his face with a vague look, came close to him and suddenly wrote the word THIEF in his left cheek. * Hoje sonhei que faltava água e luz nas periferias e que o mormaço cobria o sol de meio-dia, anunciando uma batalha. Enquanto isso, Bolsonaro gravava uma campanha tentando desesperadamente recuperar a sua imagem (a expectativa é que fossem assassiná-lo assim que a noite caísse). Ao vivo para uma câmera de TV, ele fingia sorrir junto a três meninas de rua no canteiro central de alguma avenida. Uma delas tocava seu rosto com um olhar vago, se aproximava e escrevia LADRÃO na sua bochecha esquerda.

Camila

São Paulo

Brasil

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