Here's a timely Brazilian poem by a Will Eisner fan about
Will Eisner's New York
plus this English translation:
Is there a city without walls to shelter your soul,
or muffle your cries and choreograph the dance of your life?
If walls exist to protect and exclude,
do they not also contain and imprison?
Would those walls then stand for love or hate?
After all, walls are not made by nature...
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