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of Prohibition in America, a man walks into a Chinese theater, is accepted with grace, the atmosphere gives a great calm. Someone smokes opium, drink some tea, some sleeping, no one talks all in silence to listen to slow music. The man is accompanied by a small bed is made to lie, he looks tired: too many thoughts in my head, so much as to blow the whistle ears and obscure the view. Then a little smoke 'opium. Ends. He turns. We approach. He sleeps. Dreams. Dreams of love, disappointment, anger, friendship, betrayal. He wakes up, looks at us and smiles.
of Prohibition in America, a man walks into a Chinese theater, is accepted with grace, the atmosphere gives a great calm. Someone smokes opium, drink some tea, some sleeping, no one talks all in silence to listen to slow music. The man is accompanied by a small bed is made to lie, he looks tired: too many thoughts in my head, so much as to blow the whistle ears and obscure the view. Then a little smoke 'opium. Ends. He turns. We approach. He sleeps. Dreams. Dreams of love, disappointment, anger, friendship, betrayal. He wakes up, looks at us and smiles.
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