O que muda Something had changed - but it was not the street - The street was just the same - it was himself. Puddles flashed in the sun.In the pawn-shop door The same old black cat winked green amber eyes; The butcher stood by his window tying his apron; The same men walked beside him, smoking pipes, Reading the morning paper . . . Conrad Aiken, in The House Of Dust, Part 02: The Fulfilled Dream. --------