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as a day passes

As Days Passes
On my way home after doing battle with Portuguese
bureaucracy which is something out of Kafka where
laws oppose another and a simple process can go
on for twenty year; there was a halt in the traffic.
A funeral procession, somber faces, dark suits and
white blouses under summer sun. And when traffic
   resumed people were driving slower than usual.
    Thought of the notable scientist who claimed that
   there was life after death. Of course he was vilified
   by other scientist as they are trained not to believe
   in what cannot be proven  I´m cynical too his assertion
   but have lived long enough not to depreciate
   anyone´s opinions, only for the curious reason that
   the kingdom of souls must be a crowded place.
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