Das malgas gigantes, de cores estranhas, saía vinho tinto, que se espalhava depois em fitas e cornucópias, pelo chão. Os carrinhos de choque batiam-se, na pista infindável, mas com as borrachas moles, encolhendo como concertinas a cada abalroamento. Esmagados, os condutores ficavam com os corpos esguios, como cobras, e as cabeças como balões gigantes, prestes a rebentar. Só então se apercebeu que uma dessas cabeças era a dele e que, sentada a seu lado, estava uma zebra de carrossel que se ria, estupidamente, com os dentes branquíssimos e alinhados. Estava tão próxima que lhe sentia o bafo. E o barulho de tudo… Tão alto!

From the giant bowls with strange colors, red wine was spilling out, which then spread like tape and cornucopias on the ground. The bumper cars were hitting on the never-ending track, but with soft side rubbers, shrugging as concertinas on each collision. Crushed, the drivers had slender bodies, like snakes, and giant heads like balloons, just about to blow. Only then he realized that one of those heads was his own and that, sitting beside him, was a carousel’s zebra that was laughing stupidly, with bright white and aligned teeth. He was so close that he could feel her breath. And the noise of everything… So loud!

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