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android-shot at 8:00 am today at the academic oval… Casual runners and promenaders at the academic oval slowly stopped on their tracks — there was a slow pealing of the bells, they were playing our song. The Carillon — that’s the iconic belfry of the University — played the National Anthem at 8:00 on a sunny morning today — the way it does every morning — in melancholy adagio beat (they’re ancient bells, they cannot play it in the original martial tempo of Julian Felipé), with flats here and there because they lacked notes … still : in all its awkward, slow chiming, towards the second bar, somehow, people recognized the melody and, without any physical or legal compulsion, enforcement, requirement or order, stood solemnly: The lithe runner in neon shirt stretching his hamstring put down his leg to stand properly, two senior citizens placed their palms on the left-hand side of their chest, the tahó (sweet soy curd) vendor took a break from hawking, a mother and her children stopped taking pictures of the floating woman statue.
They even all faced the bell tower.
Lodi! (idol!). Heartwarming. Maybe there’s hope for this country.
(i faced east, arbitrarily : somewhere eastward, there’s probably a flag fluttering.)
at the moment, it’s 9:22 am July 11, 2017, here in the Valley … coffee at Jack in the Box diner or fastfood: policemen and firemen have breakfast here because it’s convenient, they have their breakfast in two minutes then leave, it’s at a busy intersection by the roadside with a big parking lot right in front of the door, flanked by two gasoline stations. Good morning!
Casual runners and promenaders at the academic oval slowly stopped on their tracks — there was a slow pealing of the bells, they were playing our song. The Carillon — that’s the iconic belfry of the University — 
played the National Anthem at 8:00 on a sunny morning today — the way it does every morning — in melancholy adagio beat (they’re ancient bells, they cannot play it in the original martial tempo of Julian Felipé), with flats here and there because they lacked notes … still : in all its awkward, slow chiming, towards the second bar, somehow, people recognized the melody and, without any physical or legal compulsion, enforcement, requirement or order, stood solemnly: The lithe runner in neon shirt stretching his hamstring put down his leg to stand properly, two senior citizens placed their palms on the left-hand side of their chest, the tahó (sweet soy curd) vendor took a break from hawking, a mother and her children stopped taking pictures of the floating woman statue. 
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