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There is an old man who screams. He stands there and screams.

has no home, only cardboard to sleep on the street.
I see him sometimes. The Fisher King. He screams, but I've never caught him screaming. When I see it is quiet, sitting or lying in his suite at the corner of Avenida and Avenida Conde Miguel Bombarda Valbom.

Some people say that yelling. I've never seen screaming.
But there are times when my room feel, indeed, screams. I go to the window and look down: people passing, everything normal. The screams are gone.

Plan back to my desk, and the screaming started again. It 's a strange language, ancient or too futuristic to be understood by the common loop.

Maybe he wants to speak to us, telling us that we are in danger. Perhaps
is calling us, he is there, ready to help, but we do not feel it. Let
and pretend not to see him. We avoid, such as how to do it with excrement.
And like all the things we avoid, we believe that it is unnecessary. O evil worse.
So we avoid.
Maybe he is there for us, but we scanned, we too many things on my mind.

Maybe he just cold, maybe it needs, Maybe it's crazy, we wonder. But these sentences there
unnecessary rise about 100 meters after meeting him, when we turn the corner with the Gulbenkian Foundation, where he's not out there already.

I look and I do not feel anything anymore.

She stopped screaming.